Summary: The hunt goes wrong, and Sam finds himself unable to stop the inevitable.
Square filled: Blood
Pairing: Sam x Reader
Word count: 764
Warnings: character death, blood, angst
A/N: this was written for @spndarkbingo. Please, enjoy!
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A gasp echoed within the concrete walls of the warehouse. Your eyes widened and dipped to the knife buried between your ribs. You whimpered, looking up at the demon as a devilish smirk spread on her lips.
Sam’s head whipped in your direction. His heart nearly stopped as panic settled in his mind.
“No,” a scream cut its way past his lips. He rushed to you, legs moving on their own as his grip on the demon blade tightened. “No, no, no, no.”
The woman pulled the knife, its dents ripping your skin even further. You gasped. Before your knees could meet the ground, the demonic eyes glowed an orange hue as Sam plunged the blade into the back of the demon’s head.
Your hand clutched to your wound, fingers clasping the ripped skin. Your legs started to falter. Sam’s arms were quick to wrap around you and not let you fall. He lowered you to the ground slowly. Tears welled in your eyes when the metallic taste of blood hit your tongue.
“Hey, hey,” Sam called, his hand pressing to your wound. “Stay with me, okay? Stay with me.”
Small ragged gasps left your throat as the airway closed. One of your hands flew to your neck, nails clawing at your skin, and the other to Sam’s arm, fingers biting into the fabric of his flannel. You panicked. Blood started dripping from the corner of your mouth as you spluttered.
“No, no, no, no,” his eyes lifted from the injury to your face. He blinked back his tears. “You’re not dying on me. You are not dying on me.”
The blood gushed rapidly, in time with your heartbeat. The more you panicked, the more it flowed. It came thick and warm against his hand, his finger coated in red. He pressed harder, trying to stop the bleeding.
Your body convulsed as you tried hard to breathe. You couldn’t die. Not now. Not like this. This couldn’t be your last hunt. This couldn’t be the last time you were seeing Sam.
Tears coursed down your face. You spluttered, your own blood suffocating you.
Everything moved in slow motion before Sam’s eyes. He saw as you fought to breathe. The sounds of your suffocated gasps and splutters echoed in his ears. There was nothing else but you in his arms. Sam didn’t hear his brother desperately praying for help. He didn’t see Dean on his knees in front of him, fear all over his features. His solemn focus was on you.
The convulsions started to cease slowly. The blood didn’t come in red jets anymore. It came in a constant flow against Sam’s palm. He knew it wasn’t stopping because of the pressure he was applying. No. Your heart was stopping. It didn’t have enough strength nor blood to pump through your veins to keep you alive. It was failing.
Your hand fell on top of his, giving it a faint squeeze before laying limp. Sam sobbed. Your eyes became dull as your mouth hung open in a small circle. A single tear rolled down the side of your face.
“No,” Sam cried. “Don’t leave me. Please, don’t leave me.”
His large hands cradled your face. The scarlet blood on his palm stained your skin. His thumb stroked your cheek as he sobbed.
“Come back to me, please.”
He closed your eyes, and his heart shattered in his chest.
“Sammy,” Dean’s hoarse voice called for his brother, his hand resting on his arm. Sam glanced up to his big brother. Dean would fix this.
“We need to bring her back,” he said adamantly. “I need to do something. I have to bring her back.”
“Sammy, no,” Dean shook his head, silently pleading. “I can’t lose you, man. You know it never ends well.”
“I don’t care what happens to me.”
“Well, I do,” the hunter wiped his tears. “I can’t lose you. I won’t let you throw your life away. I can’t let you do that.”
“Dean, I need to bring her back,” Sam cried.
“You think she’d want that? She’d want you to give up your life so she could live? She wouldn’t want that. She’d want you to carry on.”
“We need to try something. There’s always another way.”
Dean couldn’t stand seeing his brother suffering. It broke him to see Sam that way.
“We can try something, okay?” Dean said, hand running through his hair. “But I won’t lose you in the process, Sam. I won’t. You have to promise me that.”
Sam sighed, biting his bottom lip and nodding. “I promise.”
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Summary: Sam and Y/N decided to make the most of their time when Dean left the room to get breakfast.
Pairing: Sam x Reader
Word count: 2,278
Warnings: smut, fingering, lil bit of oral (fem rec), protected sex, getting caught
A/N: this was written for “SPN Bi-Weekly Writing Challenge” hosted by @supernatural-jackles. The prompts are bolded Hope you enjoy it! Oh and the gif is mine :)
Long fingers ghosted over your waist, sending a shiver down your spine as you arouse. His touch descended to your bare thigh, tracing up and down your side. He nuzzled into the curve of your neck.
“Good morning,” his lips curled into a smile against your skin.
“G’ morning,” you beamed.
Eyes fluttering open, you took in the orange-ish hue from the few rays of sunshine that struggled to get past the curtains. You let out a sigh, knowing that eventually, you’d have to get up to go out and ask questions about the missing victims. You were so comfortable like this with his arms wrapped around you. It almost made you forget you were in a motel room and not in your comfy bedroom.
Sam’s hands wandered up your body in a feathery-like touch. His palm cupped your breast, fingers kneading your nipple through the soft fabric of your oversized t-shirt. He nuzzled into the curve of your neck, kissing your skin and pulling your body closer to his. You had to repress a moan when you felt his growing erection against your ass.
“Sam,” you called him in a whisper and he hummed against your skin. “We can’t.”
“Of course we can.”
“Dean’s right there next to us.”
“He’s not here anymore. He’s out for breakfast. ‘Sides, it’s about time for him to start booking another room for himself,” he said. “We have the room just to ourselves until he gets back. Guess we should do something about it, right?”
“Yeah, we definitely should.”
You grinned as you turned to him. His hazel eyes twinkled when they fell on your face. With arms wrapping around his neck, you pulled him even closer to you. Your lips searched their way to his, but you stopped midtrack.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, slightly confused.
“I’ve got morning breath,” you grimaced, crinkling your nose.
“So what? I couldn’t care less about that.”
He captured your lips in a soft, passionate kiss. You hovered above him, straddling his hips. His strong hands gripped your hips firmly as he deepened the kiss. His tongue found its course inside your mouth, delving into it. The demanding press and pull of his lips caused you to moan and buck your hips as a heat started to grow in your stomach.
Once you parted, Sam pulled your grey shirt over your shoulders and hovered you onto your back. His lips crashed on the curve of your neck. Your hands flew to his hair, fingers playing with his silky strands. He planted open-mouthed kisses on your skin, his teeth scraping against it teasingly. His soft lips sucked the skin on your neck hard enough to leave a mark. You whimpered when he released it and placed a kiss over it.
His lips traveled down your collarbone, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses. Goosebumps roused all over your body as you shut your eyes. Sam enveloped your hardened nipple in his mouth whilst his right hand cupped your breast and kneaded the other bud. A low moan made its way past your lips as his tongue circled your nipple, your hands flying to his head. He released it with a loud pop and kept on worshiping your body. His lips brushed every patch of your skin torturously.
The need to have him grew stronger with every passing second. You were sure your underwear was soaked with your arousal. He groaned when you rocked your hips against him, but placed his hand on your hip bone to stop you.
“Stop teasing,” you nearly whined. “I need you.”
“Soon, baby,” he said as he reached for the waistband of your panties. “Soon.”
He pressed his lips to your covered clit and you had to bite down a moan. His finger trailed along the soaked fabric of your lace panties.
“God, you’re so wet right now,” he beamed, pulling your underwear down your legs. “You’re dripping, baby,” he purred at the sight of your glistening cunt.
“Please,” you cried out.
“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” Sam chuckled before inserting a finger inside you.
Teasingly, he thrusted one digit only to make you crave for more. His lips planted soft kisses on the inside of your thighs as he dipped another finger inside you. He never picked up his pace. Always the same slow and almost lazy pace. You gasped when his lips met your clit. He kissed it gently. His tongue teased your most sensitive part as his long fingers drove faster inside you.
“Fuck, Sam,” you moaned as his tongue flicked over your bundle of nerves.
“You like the way I flick my tongue?” He purred, glancing up at you. A shiver ran throughout your entire body.
“Yes!”
Sam smirked. His lips locked around your clit, giving it a hard suck. You threw your head back into the pillow, eyes clenched shut as a fire started to pool in your abdomen. Your hands slapped to the back of his head and he groaned. Fingers gripped his silky locks, trying to pull him even closer. He alternated between sucking and flicking his tongue over your throbbing clit. Your legs closed around him as he curled his fingers, hitting your sweet spot with precision.
“Oh, god. Please, Sam,” you said through ragged breaths. “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna-“
Sam slammed his fingers inside you, squelching noises echoing through the room. His lips sealed around your clit and he sucked for dear life. Your whole body started to tremble as orgasm rippled through you. Your hand flew to your mouth to muffle your screams, but he slapped it away. You cried out his name as your body went still. A different kind of electricity running through your veins.
He lapped at your cunt until you rode out your orgasm. Your walls tightened around his unceasing fingers. Sam let out a groan when you pulled at his hair.
“Fuck,” you gasped as you came down from your high.
Your eyes were still closed when Sam climbed up to meet your face. He smiled, taking in your features. Your lips slightly parted, sucking the air in. Eyes clenched shut under knitted brows. Beads of sweat graced your forehead.
He brushed his glistening fingers over your mouth. Your tongue darted out to meet his skin. Gripping his wrist, you tasted the remains of your release on his slender fingers, circling your tongue around them and sucking slightly. Sam groaned, clenching his eyes shut.
You pulled away from his fingers, eyes fluttering open to meet his face. Lust blown hazel eyes locked in your dazed ones. You captured his lips into a demanding, bruising kiss. Your tongue nearly fucking his mouth. Sam let out a low moan. Before he could pull away, you sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, causing him to thrust his hips against you.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he moaned.
“God, I’m beat,” you sighed.
“Oh, you are?” You nodded playfully, fingers removing the few strands that insisted on sticking to his damped forehead. “That’s too bad, ‘cause I’m not nearly done with you.”
“Well, that’s a good thing,” you chuckled. “So go on, Mr. Fuck-me-into-oblivion.”
“Mr what now?”
“Oh, shut up. I don’t know where that came from either.”
“You are one of a kind, Y/N,” he chuckled, hazel eyes staring back at you lovingly.
“I know, I know,” you scoffed. “So are you gonna fuck me before or after your brother gets back with breakfast?”
“Both?” He smirked.
You rolled your eyes as Sam tugged down his sweatpants along with his boxers. His cock sprung free, the head glistening with precum. Your eyes widened. He was painfully hard. His hands fumbled over the nightstand in search of his wallet. He picked the condom and once he opened the wrapper, he rolled it down his length. He leaned over you, pecking your lips in a sweet kiss. Your hand traveled down between your bodies, reaching for his cock. His tip circled your entrance before entering your channel slowly.
“Shit,” a whimper escaped your lips as he pushed inside you to the hilt. His massive cock stretching your walls to the fullest to fit him.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “So tight.”
He pulled his hips back in a torturous pace, sliding almost completely out of you, but leaving only the tip in your pussy. Sam slammed into you, causing your body to jerk and a squeak to leave your lips. He smiled. He’d never get tired of seeing you react to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers curling into his hair. The heavenly scent of his body wash filled your nostrils.
Sam drove in and out of you at the same calculated pace. Enough to drive you crazy. Not enough to make you come already. His lips captured every square inch of your skin.
“Please,” you trailed off, not even sure of what you were begging for.
“What is it that you want, baby?” He mumbled against the clammy skin of your chest.
“Faster, Sam,” you cried out. “Please.”
Sam pounded into you and a gasp left your mouth. His hips snapped against yours. The sound of flesh slapping flesh mixed with labored breaths and loud, lust-crazed moans. Your hips bucked, meeting him thrust after thrust. With each slam of his hips against yours, the headboard thumped on the wall. Sam dipped his head to capture one of your nipples into his mouth as his hand traveled to where your bodies met. His thumb circulated your throbbing clit, sending small shocks through your body. He knew you were close.
Your legs wrapped around his waist, forcing him to go even deeper. Sam hit your sweet spot and you cried out. He slammed inside you, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix. His thrusts became sloppy and erratic.
“F-fuck, Sam,” his name left your lips in a broken scream as you raked your nails across his back.
Your body dissolved into pleasure and you shattered beneath him, back arching off the bed. Your orgasm rippled through you. Your vision nearly faded to black as your walls clenched tight around him.
“Oh fuck, Y/N,” he came with a broken cry.
His head nuzzled into the curve of your neck as his hips kept grinding against yours. His cock twitched before he spilled his seed into the condom. Sam’s body went rigid, crashing against yours. Pleasure overflowed his senses.
He laid on top of you as he waited for his breath to even. You ran your fingers through his hair and waited for the same thing. Both of you were worn out and you hadn’t even gotten out of bed yet.
“God, I’m pretty sure I blacked out for a second,” you giggled a little cum-drunk.
“I think I’ve flooded out the condom,” he chuckled.
Your fingers moved to trace up and down his spine. Both of you held each other close. You couldn’t find it in you to let go of him and get out of bed. You were so lost in that bliss that you didn’t even notice the door swing open.
“Good morning, sleepyheads,” Dean strode inside the room. “I’ve brought- oh shit!”
Sam moved fast out of you and threw the blanket over your bodies. Your eyes fell on Dean who had his back turned to you now.
“Get the hell out,” you yelled. Dean got out of the room as fast as he got in.
You glanced at your side to find Sam blushing in embarrassment. A hysterical laugh made its way past your lips and your boyfriend only covered his face with his hands, still processing everything that happened.
“I can’t believe this just happened.”
“Well, I can,” you gushed between giggles and he eyed you. “This was bound to happen, Sam. I’m surprised it took this long.”
“This is so embarrassing.”
“Stop, it isn’t that bad.”
“You’re only saying this because he isn’t your brother,” he said. “God, I can’t believe my brother just saw my naked ass.”
“Well, technically this wasn’t the first time he saw-“
“You’re not helping, you know that?”
“Who do you think that changed your diapers, Sam? Who wiped your ass when you were a kid?” You nearly exclaimed as you tried to make your point. “It surely wasn’t John.”
“I know, I know,” he sighed. “But this still is embarrassing as fuck.”
“I never said it wasn’t.”
“How am I gonna look him in the eye after this?”
“Argh, you’re such a drama queen.”
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“You guys should have put a sock on the doorknob or something,” Dean grumbled as you climbed on the backseat of the impala.
“Maybe if you start getting your own room, then things like that won’t happen again,” you shrugged.
Sam didn’t say a word. He still was too embarrassed to dare to speak anything and have his brother making fun of him.
“There’s no need for me to do that! We’d only spend more money!”
“The money is fake,” you corrected.
“Sam and I had a code, Y/N,” he said, starting the engine. “If there’s a sock on the doorknob, then you must find somewhere else to sleep.”
“Yeah, ‘cause every time you were going at it, there was a sock on the doorknob,” Sam scoffed.
“C’mon, you were a kid. You don’t even remember that.”
“Unfortunately, I do.”
“Consider that as a payback, Dean,” you beamed. “Oh, and if you don’t start getting your own room from now on, then you’ll wake up to some very loud moans and skin on skin noises,” his eyes widened at the threat. “Trust me, they’ll haunt you for the rest of your life.”
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Summary: Sam’s humor turns a little darker when he’s got no soul.
Square filled: Dark humor
Pairing: Soulless!Sam x Reader
Word count: 447
Warnings: dark inoffensive humor
A/N: this was written for @spntfwbingo! Hope you enjoy it.
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“Okay, I’m gonna get us some beers,” you said to the boys as you headed to the bar counter.
Sam’s lips curled up into a smile, his eyes wandering over your body. With a tilt of his head, he watched as you leaned on the wooden counter and ordered your beverage.
“Sam,” Dean scolded him.
“What? Can’t I stare at my girlfriend’s ass?” he shrugged.
“You can, but not like this in the open. You’re not technically yourself right now,” Dean sighed. “‘Sides, Y/N doesn’t date guys who don't have a soul.”
“Well, maybe you’re wrong about that,” his gaze fixed on you. “Last night, she didn’t care that I’m soulless.”
“Are you still having sex with him?” Dean asked as you placed the three bottles on the table.
“Sorry,” you grimaced.
“You two are disgusting.”
“What? Soul or not, that was hot,” Sam shrugged.
Dean took a sip of his beer with a roll of his eyes. He hoped Sam would just stop talking. He couldn’t take any more of his nonsense.
“So, as I was saying,” the younger Winchester added. “If I had known the difference between the words ‘antidote’ and ‘anecdote’, the guy I hunted with while I was away would still be alive.”
You tried to repress a laugh and Dean glared at you.
“Really, Sam?” he said nonchalantly.
“Okay, maybe I knew the difference, but I just didn’t care,” he shrugged.
“You are awful,” you said.
“I’m not awful. I just don’t have a soul.”
“But it would be nice if you acted like you have one,” Dean pointed out.
“Either way,” he sighed. “Another thing about words and stuff is that ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘I apologize’ mean the same thing. Except at a funeral.”
“You’re really inspired today, aren’t you?”
“Oh, Sam, you’re such a comedian,” Dean rolled his eyes.
“Wait, you’re gonna like this one,” he said. “So this guy is walking with a boy into the woods. The boy is scared and he says ‘hey mister, it’s getting dark out and I’m scared.’ And the man replied ‘how do you think I feel? I have to walk back alone!’”
You blurted out a laugh, almost choking on your own saliva.
“Now that’s the sound I wanted to hear,” he smiled, hazel eyes locked in yours.
“That’s not funny, Y/N.”
“Oh, c’mon, Dean,” you pleaded. “It’s a little funny.”
The oldest hunter only rolled his eyes, taking a gulp of his beer. Sam’s mind worked on another joke to get a full-body laughter from you again. It was music to his ears.
“So Stephen Hawking-“ he trailed off but shook his head. “Oh, never mind that’s too mean.”
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Summary: Sam shows Y/N she doesn’t have to be tough all the time.
Pairing: Sam x Reader
Word count: 98 (nailed it again!)
Warnings: angst with a side of fluff, hint of toxic parents
A/N: well, I’ve got no self control. Here’s another entry for @justagirlinafandomworld Flash Fiction Challenge. My prompt was Mama’s Broken Heart by Miranda Lambert. Not gonna lie, this one was difficult to write. I didn’t know what to do at first, but after listening to this song five times, I got an idea.
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The pain came in belligerent waves, crashing and stealing the air of your lungs. Your body shook as Sam held you close to him. His heart shattered a little more every time a sob left your lips. He could only hope you’d feel safer in his arms.
Sam didn’t tell you to swallow your cry and toughen up. You weren’t used to this. Growing up, you were told to fix your makeup and keep it together. Tonight, you didn’t have to.
In his arms, you broke down, tears tinted in black mascara. In his arms, you would heal.
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Summary: Jack doesn’t like storms. When loud thunders keep him awake at night, he decides to search for the comfort of the person he trusts the most.
Square filled: Thunderstorm
Pairing: Sam x reader, Jack x mother figure!reader
Word count: 1,071
Warnings: fluff
A/N: This was written for @spntfwbingo. Please enjoy!
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It had been raining for nearly four hours now. Loud cracks of thunder reverberating overhead. The storm was raging outside and even though you enjoy the sound of raindrops, this was too much. You found yourself worried about the possibility of power faltering.
You nuzzled into Sam’s chest. Your arm wrapped around his waist, legs tangled. His hand placed on your hip, keeping you close to him.
“I don’t like this,” you mumbled.
“I know,” Sam kisses the top of your head. “It’ll stop soon,” a sigh escaped your lips and his hold on you tightened.
It had been quite a while since it last rained like this in Lebanon. It felt as if the bunker couldn’t take this much. But you know it’s just you being paranoid. It would take more than a thunderstorm to take down the bunker.
“I can’t sleep,” you said, propping on your elbow to meet Sam’s closed eyes. “You on the other hand…”
“I’m awake,” he mumbled. “Just tired, honey,” sighing, he opened his eyes slowly. “I thought you liked to sleep with the sound of rain.” Hazel eyes under furrowed brows stared back at you.
“I do,” you whined. “But not like this. Thunderstorms always freaked me out a little. Since I was a tiny Y/N.”
“You’re still tiny,” a chuckle escaped his lips.
“Real funny, Sam.” you glared at him.
“You know I love you,” he pecked your lips. “But how come Y/N Winchester, a badass hunter who I’ve seen taking down an entire nest of vampires, be afraid of thunderstorms?”
“I’m not afraid,” you scoffed, laying your head on his bare chest once again. “It just bothers me,” you shrugged. “It used to scare the crap outta me when I was a kid. I’m not afraid anymore, but I’d really enjoy it if it cease a bit so I can get some sleep.”
“Well, I can definitely help you forget about all this thunderstorm crap outside,” His lips curled in a smirk as he rolled over, pinning you underneath him. You grinned before crashing your lips to his. A knock on the door made you part. Sam groaned as he laid on his back. “C’mon in.”
The door opened. Whoever was on the other side was reluctant. As the person stepped inside your room, you realized it was Jack.
“Hey Jack,” you smiled, sitting up.
“What’s up, buddy?” Sam asked kindly.
“I can’t sleep,” he mumbled, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants.
“What do you think is keeping you awake, Jack?” your voice was soft. “C’mere.” you patted the empty space in front of you, motioning for him to sit.
“I don’t know. I- I have this weird feeling inside me,” his eyes were glued on the floor, his hands resting on his thighs. “And this is bothering me,” he pointed out as the sound of a loud thunder echoed.
“Jack, are you scared of thunderstorms?” Sam's voice barely upon a whisper not wanting to draw the nephilim away.
“I- I don’t know, but it makes me feel on edge and I feel like I should use my powers to keep that from hurting us.” he frowned.
The young man had experienced some feelings throughout his one year and a half. Fear might not be one of them.
“Jack, sweetie, there’s no need to do that,” you reached for his hand as you noticed his eyes turning yellow in a split second. “It’s really okay and it’s not gonna hurt you.”
“I don’t understand, Y/N,” his brows knitted together as he turned to look at you. “This isn’t a normal storm. This could be dangerous. Someone could be doing this to harm us. Lucifer-“ he trailed off. His voice rose as anger started to creep up in his gut.
“No, no, no, Jack, it’s nothing like that,” you stood up. Your hands cupping his cheeks so he could focus on you. “Thunderstorms are natural, Jack.”
“But-“
“When I was a kid, I used to be afraid of thunderstorms too,” you said, smiling fondly at the memory. “You know what my mom used to say to me?” Jack hummed. You had his full attention and you could’ve sworn you saw a spark of curiosity flash through his eyes. “That I shouldn’t be afraid cause every time I hear a loud thunder it’s actually God redecorating heaven. The loud cracks are the furniture being moved.”
“Is it true?”
“It can be if you want to.”
A comfortable silence fell in the room. Jack was trying to wrap his mind around what you’d said.
“Y/N?” he glanced at you, his brows furrowed. “Am I a kid?”
“Yeah, Jack, you are,” you offered him a sympathetic smile.
“But I don’t understand… I’m taller than you.”
“You’re right,” you chuckled. “You are taller than me, but see… I’m 28 years old. You’re 1 year old. You’re not a kid, Jack. You’re a baby.”
His lips curled into a smile. Jack glanced at Sam and then you. He had a feeling he was disturbing. He thought he was the reason why you weren’t asleep.
“I’m going to head back to my room,” he said sheepishly, standing up. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay to be afraid, Jack,” you smiled. “You gonna be okay? Do you want us to stay with you till you fall asleep?”
“No, you don’t have to. Thanks, Y/N,” he smiled. “Good night.”
“Night, Jack,” you and Sam said in unison.
Jack left the room, shutting the door behind him. You laid back. Sam wrapped his arms around your middle and brought you closer to him. Your head rested on his chest, his lips pressing to your temple.
“Do you think Jack sees you as a mother figure?” his soft voice echoed in the room.
“Maybe?” you glanced up at him, eyebrow arched. “I mean, I’m the only woman around and we all live together… so yeah, I think he might see me as a mom or something. It’s kinda weird, y’know?”
“Why is that?”
“I’ve never ever seen myself as a mom to someone. I’ve never seen myself having kids of my own. I dunno. It’s weird.”
“Well, I think you’d make a perfect mom,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead before turning off the bedside lamp. “You already are.”
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Summary: Sam and Y/N have been best friends since day one. They both hid secrets from each other. One night, after Y/N’s life gets in danger, both of them let it all out.
Square filled: Friends to lovers
Pairing: Sam x Reader
Word count: 2,160
Warnings: show level of violence, fluff, kidnap
A/N: this was written for @spntfwbingo. Please enjoy it!
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“Never thought I’d be thankful for a crappy motel shower,” you sighed as you walked out of the bathroom.
“Yeah, me neither,” Sam said, his eyes glued on his laptop.
“Any lead on what we are dealing with?” you asked, plopping into bed, but soon regretted it because the mattress wasn’t as soft as you expected.
“I think it might be a vengeful spirit, but I’m not sure,” he wrinkled his nose. “I mean, there’s a pattern. They were all women, late twenties. All of them had a criminal record. But I don’t get how this thing is moving around. They were all last seen in different spots and they died in their apartments.”
“Maybe this thing moves around a certain area,” you yawned, getting under the covers. “We can map that out tomorrow. We are too tired now. Dean can barely open his eyes. You are tired too, Sammy. Get your ass over here.”
“You’re right we had a long day,” he unplugged his laptop and turned off the lights. The only thing illuminating the room was your bedside lamp.
Sam laid next to you. A sigh leaving his lips as his body relaxed on the mattress.
“You two,” Dean called from his bed. “No crazy late-night conversations. And turn that thing off,” he grunted.
“Night, Dean,” a chuckle left your lips. You turned to Sam who was laying on his back. His gorgeous eyes were closed, but he wasn’t asleep. You turned off the bedside lamp. “We should have a girls’ night one day.”
“I thought we already did that,” Sam frowned, turning to you.
“We have dudes’ nights,” you said. “We should have a girls’ night once we’re back in the bunker. We can watch some chick flicks with lots of popcorn and chocolate. You would let me braid your hair. Then we’d do some skincare together. It would be fun. Do you think Dean would join us?”
“No, I wouldn’t,” Dean nearly. “Now shut up and go to sleep.”
“Oh, Deano, you’re so grumpy,” you teased.
A comfortable silence fell between you. All of a sudden you weren’t that tired anymore. Sam on the other hand was nearly asleep.
“Sam?”
“Hmm,” he hummed.
“Do you know what I’m gonna buy for you and Dean?”
“What?” he opened his eyes.
“Matching pjs. A saw these cute brothers matching pajamas and I think you two would look adorable.”
“You do know those are for kids, right?” he chuckled.
“Yeah, but there’s gotta be for adults too,” you shrugged. “Then, I’m gonna get us besties matching pjs. One of the t-shirts has a pizza that’s missing a slice and the other t-shirt has the slice. We would look great in that.”
“How many matching pjs am I gonna get?”
“Lots of them,” you chuckled. “We should have a skincare routine. Your skin would glow, Sammy. Also, we should comb our hair,” you extolled.
“I think we should go to sleep,” he muttered as he tried his best to keep his eyes open.
“Fine,” you mumbled with a pout.
“Good night, Y//N/N,” he smiled, shifting in his place. His back was now to you.
“Good night, Sammy,” you laid on your stomach. A silence fell in the room. Every now and then you’d hear Dean’s soft snores. “Sam?”
“What?” he nearly snarled.
“Do you think aliens exist?”
“Night, Y/N,” he grumbled.
“Don’t hog all the blankets,” you warned.
You have known the Winchesters for nearly four years now. One day you had crossed paths whilst hunting a wendigo and you just clicked. After joining them in a few cases, they took you in and welcomed you in the bunker. You became a family. You and Dean were always bickering and making fun of each other. He was the big brother you didn’t know you needed. He was really protective of you.
When it comes to Sam, things are a bit different. You and he had many things in common. Both of you had to drop out of college because you had work to do. Both of you had your first lover taken away by something you were hunting. Sam was as geeky as you were. You enjoyed spending time in the bunker reading lore. As the years went by, you grew closer to him. You were best friends. Only to you, he meant something more. Sam was your safe haven. When you felt down, you’d run to him. Sam was the kind of guy you could see yourself building a future with. He was everything you’ve ever wanted. He was kind and sweet and caring. You and he had dudes’ night every now and then — girls’ night too but they weren’t that often. He’d let you apply a face mask on his skin just because it made you happy. He’d hold you anytime you felt down. He’d buy you chocolate every time he went grocery shopping. He’d bring a heating pad to you when you could barely leave your bed because you had cramps. He was always taking care of you. It was hard not to love him.
Hunting only made everything more difficult. If you allowed yourself to develop those kinds of feelings for him, it would only make it worse. You’ve always feared for his life every time you went on a hunt, but if you allow yourself to love him as your significant other, it’d only make you fear more. Besides, Sam didn’t feel the same, right? He saw you as his best friend. As his little sister. He’d never see you as something more than that.
“We can go out and ask some questions,” you heard Sam’s voice as you slowly began to wake up. “She can sleep for a little longer.”
You kept your eyes closed. The idea of getting a few more hours of sleep was really appealing.
“Y/N/N?” you felt the bed dipped beside you. His warm hand resting on your shoulder.
“Hmmm,” you hummed.
“We’re going out to ask some questions. You can stay and sleep for a little longer, okay?” you nodded. “If you need anything, call me,” he pressed a kiss to your temple, before heading out of the motel room with his brother.
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“Y/N, we’re back,” Sam called, entering the empty room. He frowned at your absence. “I brought you some chocolate. Your favorites,” still no sign of you.
He motioned for Dean to take a look around the room as he dropped the paper bag on the table. They didn’t find you. At first, they thought you were hiding just so you could take them off guard and scare them. As they didn’t find any sign of you, they started to get worried.
“Here,” Sam said as he picked the note with your handwriting. “Went out for breakfast. Be back in a few. Y/N,” he read.
“She should be here by now,” Dean checked his watch. “It’s almost noon. She should have been back already. Something is up, Sammy.”
Sam checked his phone for any missed calls or messages, but there were none.
The hours passed and the brothers only grew more worried. They tracked down your phone and it led to the diner you went to get breakfast. Sam wouldn’t stop pacing around the room and he was almost pulling his hair out. If he kept on biting his nails, he wouldn’t have any by the time he finds you. Dean prayed to Castiel. The angel appeared in the room and promised to search for you.
“I think I know where she might be,” Castiel said as he loomed into the room later that day. “There’s a warehouse about twenty minutes from here. I can’t go in. There are too many sigils. I think a demon has her.”
“Okay, can you get us —“
Before Sam could complete his sentence, Castiel had zapped them to the front of the warehouse.
“I’ll just wait here,” said Castiel.
A slam was heard as Sam kicked the door open. Both brothers entered the warehouse with their guns in hands. A door down the hall called their attention. At the count of three, Sam once again kicked the door open.
The demon had you tied up to a chair. Your head hung low and you were unconscious. Small bruises scattered around your arms and your torso. Your jeans were ripped, exposing your grazed knees.
Sam was consumed by sheer anger once he saw what the demon had done to you. He shot the woman. The devil’s trap bullet hitting her left shoulder. Just as he picked his demon knife, he’s brother stopped him.
“I got this,” Dean assured him, his hand holding an angel blade. “Get her outta here.”
Sam nodded, walking towards you. His hands fumbling to loosen the ropes around your ankles and wrists. He scooped you up in his arms. Your head resting against his firm chest. Sam walked out of the house as fast as he could.
Castiel spotted the youngest hunter with you unconscious in his arms. Sam’s wide eyes stared back at him. Fear was written all over his face.
“Here. Let me,” the angel pressed two fingers on your forehead.
The bruises on your body healed instantly and your heartbeat grew stronger. Relief washed through Sam’s body once your eyes started fluttering open.
“Sam?” your voice was hoarse.
“Hey,” he smiled before placing you on the ground. “How are you feeling?” his firm hand rested on your waist and the other cupped your cheek.
“Like I was kidnapped by a demon,” you chuckled. “I need to sit down,” as he helped you sit on the doorstep, Dean walked out of the house.
“Hey you,” he beamed. “Feeling better?”
“Yeah,” you nodded. “Thanks for coming after me. Both of you.”
“Anytime, sweetheart,” he winked, heading towards Castiel.
“You saved me. Again,” you sighed.
“I did,” a blush crept up Sam’s cheeks. “What can I say? You just keep getting yourself in danger.”
“Oh, shut up,” you smacked his arm. Both of you erupting into laughter.
From afar, Dean stared at you and his little brother.
“You see that?” he nudged Castiel’s shoulder. “See the way they are looking at each other? It’s working just as planned,” he smirked.
“Did you plan on getting Y/N kidnapped?” Castiel stared at him, his eyebrows furrowed.
“No, of course not,” Dean nearly exclaimed. “I’ve been waiting for so long for them to finally get their heads out of their own asses and I think it’s happening.”
“Sam?” you called him, suddenly finding the rips on your jeans more interested than his face. “You’re my best friend, you know that right?”
You wanted to tell him you loved him. You wanted to kiss the living hell out of him, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t ruin your friendship with Sam. Telling him what you really feel wasn’t worth losing him.
“No,” he shook his head. “We’re not just friends and you know it.”
“Sam-“
“Y/N, don’t,” he stopped you. “The past eight hours without knowing where you were or if you were okay drove me crazy. I couldn’t stop blaming myself for leaving you alone. I can’t bear the thought of losing you. I can’t.”
“Don’t,” your eyes welled with tears.
“Don’t what?” he asked. His voice raised about an octave. “You don’t want me to tell you that I love you? That I’ve been in love with my best friend since day one? What are you so afraid of, Y/N?”
“You,” you blurted. “I’m afraid of you. I’m afraid of letting myself fall completely in love with you. Once I allow myself to do that, there’s no going back and I can’t lose you. I won’t be able to live with myself if I lose you.”
“You’re not gonna lose me,” he assured you. His calloused hands cupped your cheeks, his thumb wiping away your tears.
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because I know you got my back. Just like I got yours,” he smiled.
“I love you,” the three words you’d buried deep inside finally left your lips.
He captured your lips with his. He was soft against you. Your heart skipped several beats as you melted into his touch. His thumb caressed your cheek as your breaths mingled. His tongue pressed against the seam of your lips. You parted them, granting him access. The kiss became more demanding the more you explored each other.
Once air became needed, you parted. Foreheads pressed against each other. Your lips curled into a smile.
“I love you, too,” he said through panted breaths.
“Yes!” yours and Sam’s heads snapped in Dean’s direction as he fist-bumped into the air. A chuckle escaped your lips. “I knew it.”
Sam’s eyes were fixed on you, taking in every last detail of your face.
“Y/N,” you hummed, staring back into his hazel eyes. “You don’t have to be afraid. Not anymore.”
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Summary: The trials of God have been taking a toll on Sam. Good thing Y/N is always there to take good care of her boyfriend.
Square filled: Trials!Sam
Pairing: Sam x Reader
Word count: 2,320
Warnings: fluff, little angst, mention of weight loss, nudity
A/N: This takes place in 08.20 “Pac-Man Fever”. Some of the lines are actually from the episode. This was written for @spntfwbingo
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Sam dragged himself into the war room. Groaning as he tried to rub the sleep off his eyes. His hair was a mess and his eyes held an endless weariness.
He found Dean nursing his beer while he stared into the screen of his laptop. In front of his brother were you. Your feet were propped up on the table. Your eyes left the book in your lap as he entered the room.
“Look who’s awake,” you beamed, standing up.
“I’m telling you, give me five minutes with some clippers-” Dean said as he took in his brother’s state.
“Ah, shut up,” Sam ran his hands through his hair.
You walked towards him, wrapping your arms around his waist. Standing on your tiptoes, you planted a kiss on his jaw.
“Uh, what time did I lay down?”
“You took a siesta around noon,” Dean answered. “Yesterday.”
Sam’s eyes widened. He knew he had slept a lot, but he had no idea it had been this much. Dean tossed Sam a beer. The youngest Winchester didn’t move a muscle and the bottle shattered on the ground.
“I’m sorry, uh,” his voice was adenoidal. He wasn’t fine.
“Dean!” you scolded.
“That’s why we don’t have nice things, Sam.”
“Sammy?” you asked and he hummed. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he nodded before kissing the top of your head. “How are we on finding Kevin?”
“Look, man,” Dean started. “I’ve hacked into every security camera around Garth’s houseboat, Kevin’s hometown, where Mrs. Tran lived-“
“And?”
“Nothing. We got nothing.”
“We should go out and search for him.”
“Sam, no,” you said. “Please, you need to focus on getting better.”
“I’m fine. I swear.”
“You’re fine?” his brother asked, his eyebrow cocked. “C’mere.”
You followed Dean to the shooting range. He picked his gun and fired three times at one of the targets. The corner of his lips turned down as his eyebrows raised.
“Alright,” he held the gun out for Sam. “You hit that target, we’ll talk about you getting back out there.”
Sam rolled his eyes, taking the pistol from his brother. He held with one hand, index finger on the trigger. He shifted in his place. Both hands gripping the gun tight and this time he fired. Twice. The bullets hit the brick wall. Sam sighed in defeat. You placed your hand on his shoulder, squeezing it slightly.
“It’s okay, Sammy.”
“You need to rest, man,” Dean sighed and scooped the gun.
“Why don’t you go to our room and wait for me, huh?” you suggested and he only nodded, heading towards the bedroom.
“This is not good,” Dean said once his brother was out of sight.
“I know. The second one hit him harder,” you breathed out. “You can go do the things you gotta do. I’ll take care of him.”
“If you need anything- if he gets worse, you call me.”
“I will. Promise.”
You made coffee and a sandwich for Sam. After placing them on a tray, you headed to your shared bedroom. Sam was sitting at the edge of the bed. His eyes staring ahead blankly. Even though the door was open, you knocked, startling him a bit.
“Sorry,” your voice was barely upon a whisper. “Brought you breakfast. I know you should be having lunch, but I think it’s better if you eat lighter things.”
He nodded before sitting back in bed. His back pressed against the headboard. You placed the tray on his lap and his lips curled into a weak smile.
“Thanks,” he said before taking a bite of his sandwich.
He ate in silence. He wasn’t okay, that you knew. Sam looked destroyed. The trials were wearing on him more than they should. You didn’t expect it to make such damages. Sam’s strong. He has been through so much throughout his entire life. It was rare to see him this tired.
“Sammy?”
“Hmm,” he hummed.
“How are you feeling?” you took the tray from his lap as he finished eating and placed it on the nightstand.
“I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not,” you shook your head, your hand reaching to his hair. “We both know you’re not fine. Don’t lie to me, Sammy,” you tried to say it as gentle as you could. “You can lie to Dean all you want, but don’t hide from me,” your voice was barely upon a whisper. You didn’t want him to think you were scolding him.
“Y/N, I-” he sighed. He couldn’t bring himself to finish. He was too tired.
“Sam, I’m not mad at you. I’m not,” you cupped his cheek and he leaned into your touch. His growing stubble tickling your palm. “I just want you to be honest with me. I know you don’t want me to worry, but if you keep telling me you’re fine, you’re only gonna make me worry even more. You don’t wanna worry Dean and that’s okay, but you can open up to me. Always. I can only take care of you if you talk to me.”
Sam swallowed thick. He didn’t want you and Dean worrying about him. You have too much on a daily basis that wears you out, he didn’t want to be a burden to any of you.
“It’s worse than I anticipated,” he confessed. “I thought it would be easier and that I could make it, but I’m not sure anymore. I’m tired of fighting. I want to end it and the only way to do it is by doing these trials,” he mumbled. “This whole thing is not doing any good to me. I know that. I can feel it. My body is weaker. I slept for almost twenty-four hours and I’m still tired as shit. I’m afraid I won’t make it. I don’t care about what happens to me, but leaving you and Dean? It’s the worst thing I could ever do,” tears welled in his eyes. “I know that I’m gonna make the world a better place by finishing these trials. It would be a dream come true not having demons walking among us. We could live more peacefully. We could even start our family, but- But I’m not sure I’m gonna make it, Y/N/N,” he sobbed, a tear rolling down his cheek.
“Sammy,” you engulfed him in your arms and allowed your own tears to fall freely. “Nothing is worth losing you. Nothing. I don’t care about the world being a greater place if that means you won’t be here to know what that feels like. I can’t afford to lose you. Not today, not tomorrow. Not ever,” you cried, pulling away so you could hold his face between your hands. His hazel eyes stared back at your teary ones. “I also know that if there’s someone capable of doing this, that someone is you, Sam Winchester. You are the strongest person I know and you can get through it. I know you can, but you don’t have to. Not if you’re not gonna make it or if you feel you can’t do this. You don’t have to carry this on your shoulders. You can lean on me. On Dean. We’re here for you and we’re gonna support you no matter what.”
“I know you will,” he nodded. “Can you not tell this to him? I don’t want him to worry.”
“Sam, Dean is always worried,” you chuckled. “But I won’t tell him,” you pecked his lips. “Right now, I think you could hop on that shower and let me take care of you.”
He nodded, standing up and heading to the bathroom. You picked his boxers and a pair of sweats for him, underwear and an oversized t-shirt for you. Sam stood still in the bathroom. You placed your clothes and turned the water on, making sure the temperature was right.
“Hey,” you approached him, your hands on his hips. “I got you, okay?”
Sam smiled before starting to undress. You did the same. Once his clothes hit the ground, you couldn’t help but notice he was skinnier. Sam always had a muscular body. He wasn’t that bulky, but he was toned in all the right places. You glanced away quickly and hopped on the shower. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable because you were staring, especially about his body. He took your lead and hopped in.
The warm water hit your back, making you relax instantly. You held out your hand for him, intertwining your fingers.
“C’mere,” you called.
He walked closer and wrapped his arms around your waist. Your body pressed against his, your arms around his shoulders.
“I love you so much,” you said.
“I love you too,” he pecked your lips into a chaste kiss. “More than anything.”
You melted into his embrace. Your head resting against his bare chest. He leaned, chin pressed on top of your hair. The water poured into both of you as you enjoyed each other’s company in silence. He tightened his hold on you, afraid you were going to vanish into thin air.
“I’m here,” you reassured him. “I’m not going anywhere. Promise,” he kissed your temple. His lips lingering a little longer. “Let me take care of you.”
Pulling away, you repositioned him. The water was only hitting his back now. His shoulders slumped as the tension started to fade. You reached for his shampoo and poured the right amount in your hand.
“Can you just, uh, lean a little? Or I won’t be able to wash your hair,” you giggled, earning a light chuckle from him.
He leaned, allowing you to reach for his head. You ran your fingers in circular motions as you massaged his scalp. He relaxed even more and a muffled moan escaped through the seam of his lips. His eyes were closed and he looked so delicate.
“Let your head fall back so I can wash off the shampoo,” you said, standing behind him. Your fingers running freely through his hair. “There you go.”
You finished washing his hair with his conditioner. You planted a kiss on his shoulder. Arms wrapping around his middle. His back flushed against your chest.
“You really didn’t have to do this,” he mumbled. His hands resting on top of yours.
“I know,” you pressed your lips to his skin again. “You’re always taking care of me and making sure I’m okay. Let me do this for you. You need it.”
You grabbed the loofah and poured soap on it before rubbing it against his back. You bathed his skin carefully not to make him uncomfortable. Once you stood in front of him, you noticed his blushing cheeks. The fact that even after five years dating — countless times showering together — you still get that reaction from him warms your heart. The water poured down, dripping on his skin and washing all the soap and some of his worries away.
He reached for your shampoo and opened it.
“You don’t have to do this,” you stopped him gently. “I got this,” you grabbed the bottle from his hand. Sam couldn’t find it in him to protest. He knew it would be in vain.
He stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. You finished up quickly and hopped out, fumbling for your towels. One wrapped around your hair and the other around your body. Sam’s hands were gripping both sides of the sink. You figured he might have swiped a towel over the mirror because it wasn’t foggy anymore. You approached him, fingers tracing up his bicep.
“Everything okay?” you asked and he nodded.
You dried yourself and pulled up your panties and the navy blue t-shirt you had stolen from Sam. He dried himself quickly, putting on his boxers and his sweatpants. Then he shook out the excess of water from his hair with a towel while you brushed yours. You exited the bathroom together and headed to your room.
“Go get comfortable. I’m getting you a nice surprise,” you beamed.
His lips curled into a smile as he laid in the middle of the bed. You headed out of the bedroom for a minute and came back with scented candles and massage oil.
“You gotta be kidding me?” his eyes glistened, his voice filled with excitement this time.
“You got yourself a special treat tonight, Mr. Winchester,” you winked.
“God, what did I do to deserve you?”
You lit the candles and scattered them around the room, creating the perfect ambiance.
“On your stomach, sir.”
Sam flipped on his stomach, folding his arms above his head. A smile played on his lips. You’d do anything just to see him smiling. You moved on top of him before applying the right amount of the oil in your palm. You rubbed your hands together and started with smooth, rhythmic strokes throughout his back.
He let out a sigh the second your fingers met his skin. Tracing slow, circular patterns up and down the sides of his spine, you applied gentle pressure with your fingertips. Your hands reached for his broad shoulders, stroking, and pulling.
“Hmmm, this feels so good,” he moaned.
You smiled. His eyes were closed and he was allowing himself to relax. You used the heels of your hands to apply more pressure to his upper back. Sam melted as your fingers prodded into his skin, stroking. You took your time massaging your boyfriend. With every press and pull of your fingers, he relaxed a little more. He deserved to be taken care of. Sam was always so worried about taking good care of everyone else, he forgot to look after himself. Good thing you were there to do it for him.
“You’re perfect, you know that?” he mumbled.
“I wouldn’t go that far,” you laughed.
“I would,” a chuckle left his lips. “I love you, Y/N, so much.”
“I love you with all my heart, Sammy.”
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Summary: Lucifer needs angel grace to get his full power back. The only thing better than killing an angel to drink all their grace is keeping one alive to get an unlimited source of it.
Square filled: angel grace
Pairing: Sam x Angel!Reader
Word count: 618
Warnings: kidnapping, show level of violence
A/N: this was written for @spntfwbingo. Hope you enjoy it.
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“Oh, for my Dad’s sake, stop complaining,” Lucifer sneered with a roll of his eyes. “You see, Y/N, I could just kill you and steal all your angel grace, but I’m being nice to you. I’m letting you live.”
The archangel knocked you out whilst you were grocery shopping. You had offered to do that for Sam and Dean. It would be quicker if you did it. The next thing you knew you were sitting in a motel bed. Wrist tied to the headboard separately and a rope bound your ankles together.
“You’re just keeping me alive to use me as an unlimited grace source,” you growled. “You’re making a fool of yourself if you think Sam won’t come looking for me.”
“Your knight in shining armor? He won’t find us, darling,” he smiled mischievously as he sat beside you. “How’s he by the way?”
“Fuck you,” you spat on his face.
Lucifer wiped off his cheek, fuming.
“Well, I think I’m hungry again.”
His lips curled into a smirk. He pressed his fingernail on your neck firmly until it cut your skin. You flinched. Lucifer leaned, attaching his chapped lips to the cut. His hand rested on your hips and the other on your cheek. You were disgusted by him.
He drank as much as he could. He only left enough to keep you alive. You felt weaker. Your eyes were heavy and your face lost its color.
“Hmm, you taste delicious,” he beamed. “I bet Sam is going to be furious once he knows I had my lips on his girl’s neck.”
“Fuck you,” your voice was hoarse.
“You know there’s a reason why I picked you, right?” he said. “I didn’t pick you because you’re Sam’s girl and he cares about you. Though that’s a bonus point. I picked you because you’re strong, Y/N. You have so much vigor and strength. I guess that’s what makes you even tastier,” he winked. “Now sleep. I’m gonna be hungry again in a few hours and I need you to recover. I recognize I was a little rougher this time, but you took it like a champ.”
His words sounded distant. You felt your stomach give out and your inwards were replaced by some kind of emptiness. Then everything turned black and you were out cold.
You woke up with your head pounding. Muffled shouts and thuds echoed in your ears. Your eyes fluttered open under furrowed brows. The first thing you saw was Lucifer and Sam fighting. The hunter was enraged.
“Sam?” your voice wavered.
Somehow, Sam was beating Lucifer. The archangel had bruises on his face and a bleeding nose. Sam stumbled back once he heard your voice. His face softened and his shoulders slumped as he lost his stiff posture. Relief washed through him as he saw you awake.
Taking advantage of Sam’s distraction, Lucifer snapped his fingers and vanished. Dean stumbled once he got rid of him. Lucifer had him pinned against the wall with an invisible grip around his throat.
“Y/N,” Sam rushed towards you, untying your wrists and ankles. “Thank God you’re okay.”
“I was so afraid you wouldn’t come for me,” you sobbed. Sam wrapped his arms around you, engulfing you in his embrace.
“Of course I’d come for you. I’ll never leave you, Y/N.”
“Thank you,” you sniffled before pecking his lips. “He was going to use me as an unlimited source of angel grace.”
“I’m glad I got here soon enough,” he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. You nodded as your lips curled in a weak smile. “You’re safe now. I’m gonna take care of you.”
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