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Supernatural Preferences/Imagines-They find out that you don’t complain about your struggles because you don’t think they compare to their problems

Includes-Castiel, Sam, Dean, Gabriel and Charlie

Castiel:

You were preparing yourself for Castiel as you just got off the phone with him, and he said he’s come in a few minutes. By preparing, you meant you were trying to hold it together. Everything was going wrong. Everything was weighing down on you. You didn't want your problems to add to Castiel's troubles. You had just finished cooking, and you were waiting for your timer to ring. However, Castiel gets there earlier than you thought as he appears in front of you. You pull him to a hug and hold him a little too tight by accident.

“You’re really happy to see me?” He asks.

“I am. Always.”

“How are you?”

“I’m good.” You looked away from him for a second before asking, “How are you?” He makes an expression you can't read, so you ask him, “Castiel, are you okay?”

“I’m trying to figure out if you were lying when you answered me just now. It’s proving difficult.”

“Lying?”

“Dean said he’s really good at telling the difference. He’s given me a few tips as a new skill. One sign he said to look for is any wandering eyes, but you did so quickly I can't tell.”

It was late when you got back to your apartment. You feel heavy as you walk inside. Despite you considering it your sanctuary, with everything piling on you, the weighted feeling couldn't be helped even a little bit. You huffed out and whine for no reason and every reason as you hung your things up. Abruptly, you stopped all movement when you saw Charlie’s stuff on the hooks. You cursed under your breath hoping she didn’t hear your frustrations. You walked over to the living room to see her asleep on the couch. You pout at the idea of her having waited long to surprise you. Nonetheless, you were quick to pick up her light and sleeping form and tuck her into your bed. You give her a small kiss on the cheek before heading into the kitchen. Your heart begins to pound against your chest, so you hold a hand to your chest and try to calm it yourself. Wanting to distract yourself, you decide some water would help, which leads to a broken cup falling out of your shaky hands. Your eyes dart to the door and are hopeful that Charlie hasn’t woken up. While picking up the large pieces of glass, all your issues rush through you and make your body ache. You end up staring at the last few pieces of glass. So absorbed, you didn't notice Charlie wake up and walk into the kitchen. You miss the way she crouched down to be at your level, and you flinch when she puts her hand on your shoulder. You turn your head over to her to quickly utter, ”Sorry that I woke you up. Go back to bed. I’ll finish cleaning this.” Before you get the chance to regain focus on the broken glass, her right hand finds your left cheek and wipes tears. She is about to ask; however, you turn your back to her and go on cleaning without another thought. Although getting out all the big pieces, you were starting to get frustrated with the specks of glass. In response to your frustration, Charlie puts her arms around your shoulder from behind and kisses your cheek. You revel in the feeling of her arms around you and cling both of your hands on her forearm. Softly, she added the words, “We can clean that in the morning. Let’s go to bed.” Then, wordlessly, she helped you stand up without changing positions; then, she led you to the bed, and you laid down together. You were side to side while holding hands in the middle of the bed Charlie starts to ramble against you, which consist of some of the things she’s been up to. You listen, taking it all in and refirming why you can’t tell her about everything going on. You tense up without realizing, and Charlie says, “You're really scaring me, Y/N. What’s wrong?” You find in yourself to reply firmly, “Just keep telling me about what went on with you. It's more import-”

Preference: When You’re Sick

Fandom: Supernatural

Character: Dean

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Sam Winchester X Reader- Getting in a fight over him trying to leave you and him regretting it

Don’t know where this fits in the timeline of the show, but I hope you enjoy. Angst with fluff and a few laughs.

Word Count: 5,546

No One’s P.O.V.

While pure bliss was the last good feeling you had before the downward slope, Sam Winchesters face was the last thing you’d seen in both.

That night, you were awoken by the sound of shifting around. You knew it to be your beloved Sam. Although the thought to let slumber tempt you back was present, you fought against it in case Sam was having a bad night or a nightmare. Not to mention you were a bit curious as to what he was up to.

You kept your conscious state unknown to him; thus, you hoped he didn’t notice the small smile he caused by leaving you a small hug and a sweet chaste kiss on your forehead. After feeling him leave the bed and hearing him leave the room, you opened your eyes. Instantly, the quietness he left the room with concerned you, so you opened your eyes to look around the room and saw that his bag that was once on your desk was gone.

Your heart not wanting to make anything out of it, but you weren't naïve either. You heard him carefully close the door to the bathroom. Your room seemed clean and meant for one and only one person.

You move your pillow in your place and pull the cover over before you walk out of your room stealthily in order to make it to your living room, the only place to exist from.

You sat back on your couch biting at your knuckle hoping you were overreacting...Actually, you prayed you were.

After a few agonizing moments, your heart shatters as his footsteps get closer confirming your suspicions.

Despite the nerves, you are able to calmly ask, “Where are you off to?”

With your words, Sam responded with a flinch and raised gun pointed right at you. The only words uttered but not finished were, “Shi-”

You guessed your presence stopped him short of his words. When he realized it was you, he lowered his gun with a surprised look, but you could see the slight panic in his body language.

He spoke rushed as he began to ask, “Y/N you were-” You stayed calmly and next cut him off by speaking with a sternness you didn't usually need to use, “I was what, Sam? I was supposed to be sleeping?” You walk over to him and stare into his eyes. He looked back and forth from your eyes and to a random part of the room. He called your name, but he didn’t seem to know what to say. “I was supposed to fall asleep happy, loved, and with your face being the last thing I saw and wake up alone? Wake up alone and stay that way?...Without you?”

Making Christmas happen for Sam and Dean

Sam gif credit

This is supposed to be like a really nice Christmas with both Winchester; however, Sam is your boyfriend, so there are more moments with him, but there is some platonic Dean. Lots of Fluff and some laughs. Hope you enjoy.

You had been planning to do something for Sam and Dean for a while now. You’d only known them for about 3 years and been dating Sam for some of that time, so you knew they were good people and thought they deserved some kind of normalcy. Since the last time you came in contact with Sam, you’d put a tracker on him to know where he was. While yes, it was a little stalkery. With the job he had, you just liked knowing where he was at the very least. Plus, the tracker would come in handy as you knew simply asking them to come wouldn't fly. Thus, it was four days before Christmas Eve, and you called up Sam. You made sure to call when he was close enough to drive back to your place.

“Y/N?” He asked.

“Hiya, Sam. Whatcha up to?”

“Looking for a case.”

Supernatural Preference/ Imagine -Teaching Sam and Dean how to do chest compressions

Basically you have some kind of medical background and decide to teach them since death follows them everywhere. Hope you enjoy! I thought it was kind of funny

When you brought up the idea, Dean asked, “The shit you do when you have a heart attack?”, which you responded with, “Well someone else does them, but same concept. Also, I don't have to be having a heart attack. Chest compression can make all the difference from life and death. With how much we’re surrounded by it, I think you guys should know how to.” Sam didn’t let Dean say anything as he commented, “I don’t know if you knew this, but we’re not exactly qualified. Well, I mean I could probably get the handle on it. Dean’s the one you have to worry about.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll both struggle with it. It might even be harder for you with your build.” Dean points right at Sam’s face with an exclaimed, “Ha!”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Sam asked with laced tude.

“Oh. You could crush someone to death, no offense.” He scoffed in a playful manner with the added question, “How do I not get offended by that?” You hit his shoulder softly and voiced, “Let’s calm down. I’ll show you guys when we hit a motel.”

You were currently standing beside Sam and Dean as they were facing their pillow patients. You watched as they butchered the first few attempts to see what they knew. Quickly, you stopped both of them, “You guys know the song saving a life.”

“Who doesn't?” Dean asked.

“Well, the beat for one of the choruses is perfect for rhythm.” You walk over to Sam’s pillow and begin chest compressions. “Stayin alive. Stalin alive- Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Stay in alive. Stayin alive. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Got it?” They both ran with it for about 10 minutes.

“Can this end already?” Sam asked.

“One final test. You're both gonna do it on me.” Dean’s eyes darted immediately to your chest, and you covered yourself. “Dean!” He snaps his head up and gives an innocent smile.

“Yeah?”

“Refrain from doing that...ever again. I’ll knock you ass out.” Sam laughs and comments, “That was not too convincing.”

“Whatever! Just-Sam you first!” You lied on the ground, and Sam hesitates.

“Isn't it bad to do this?”

“I don’t know...It should be fine. Doing chest compression when you don’t need them is better than doing them late.” Sam begins, and you let out a small gasp. “Sam be a little gentler.” He does so. “Rhythm is a little off now.”

“How’s this?

“Pretty good. You can stop now.” You sigh and look over at Dean. “Your turn. Please don’t be weird about it. Imagine I’m dying.”

“Alright. Alright.” He says. He gets down and starts.

“Rhythm is actually perfect.” Dean looks back at Sam, smirks, and says, “Hear that Sam? Perfect.” Sam rolls his eyes in response.

“Just a little gentler. You both are large men. The pressure you put comes from your body weight so keep that in mind.”

“Large men huh?” Dean raises a teasing eyebrow and his tongue darts out of his mouth. You sit up immediately, and his hands come off of your body. Then, your eyes suddenly notice an obvious bulge. You stood up and kneed him in the stomach, which made him roll onto the ground.

“What did I say?!” You said firmly. Sam comes to the same realization as you and exclaims, “Dude!”. You pulled Dean by the hair a little and asked once more, “What did I say, Dean?” Through gritted teeth and pain, he replies, “Don’t get weird.” You let him go, landed an intense gaze on Sam, and asked him, “Were you convinced?” Sam looks between you and Dean, gulps, and nods before saying, “Yes Ma’am.”

Hope your day got better

Platonic Sam and Platonic Dean Winchester x Reader Sam gets friend jealousy

Its kinda long.

Finishing a case, you were about to head back on the road when your cell phone rang. You answered automatically to reveal an old friend, who had a case for you.

After hanging up, you smiled and giggled. Despite the situation, you couldn't help but miss your friend, which causes Dean to ask, “The fuck was that noise?” You shrugged at him, and he added, “I guess it was a little cute.” You brushed off the comment and told both of them, “I’m sure. Now, I might have got a new case unless you're the only showrunner, Dean?”

“What is it?”

“It sounded like my friend was describing a simple ghost.”

“Some friend, you giggled like-like-”

“A girl.” Sam commented. Dean snapped and added, “A girl. That’s the word I was looking for.”

“Rude,” You grumbled. You waited for one of them to say something. Frustrated, you blurt out, “You know what? Either way, I’m going on this case, so what’s it gonna be?”

“Dean?” Sam asked.

“Fine.” You gave him thanks, and Dean mutters something incoherent, which you took as your welcome. Then, you all drove off to Y/F/N’s hometown. Arriving late at night, the cold whipped you aggressively, so all of you rushed into the motel room. Dean grumbles something incoherent before he throws his things on the ground, takes off his shoes, gets into bed, pulls the covers over his head, and goes to sleep like a light. You and Sam laugh at the sight, and you note, “That’s record time.” Sam nods and responds, “I’ll say. He did drive the whole way here. It was along drive.”

“Why don’t you guys switch off?”

“We sometimes, but he doesn't like it. No one touches Baby.” You head to the bathroom to change into pj’s. Futilely, you grabbed onto yourself and rubbed your arms in hopes to warm up. You reached into your bag and pulled out a thick blanket. You sit on the couch and mutter, “You know it’s cold when even this thick thing doesn’t work.” Sam gives you a look and says, “It’s not supposed to work instantly. You know that right?” He lets out a small chuckle as you roll your eyes playful. You replied, “It feels like it should,” as you walk over to him and make him feel the blanket that was wrapped around your shoulders. He held his hand up in defense and said, “Okay. Okay. I get it.”

“Even if it is not working right now, you need to invest in one.” He shrugs and responds, “Maybe. Might not use it though.” You purse you lips, nod, and tell him, “Right. You're this big, tall, hot-blooded man. Cold doesn't affect you like it does me, who is the opposite of those things.”

“You’re a vampire?” He asks and gets into bed. You glare at him playfully, which makes him laugh. You turned off the light, got onto the couch, and tried to settle yourself into slumber; nevertheless, the cold temperature makes those efforts futile until your lips start to chatter. Despite trying to stay quiet, Sam hears your chattering and sniffling and turns on the lamp near his bed. You open your eyes slightly and look at him. He looked half awake and half asleep. In a lower husky voice, he asks, “You cold?” You can only nod as it’s too late in the night and your body won’t allow speech to pass your lips. “You-You can come to my bed if you want? I’m all furnace. It’s bound to warm you up better in an actual bed no less.” You sit up and look at him hesitant before walking over and even sharing some of your blanket with him. You turn on your side so as to not be face to face with him, and Sam turns off the light. Although your smaller frame, it doesn't compensate for Sam being a big guy. Quickly, you start to feel warmer and find slumber.

Sam Winchester Imagine/Preference - Comforting Sam When He has Hallucinations

*Warning!! Small violence*

*Not my gif. Credit to owner.*

*This is angst/fluff. It takes place in season 7. Some background is you and Sam were just starting a relationship when he got thrown in the cage. Then, he became soulless. Now, his brain is scrambled. You put your relationship on backburner because he’s more important.*

*I always wished Sam had some kind of comfort with the hallucinations. Hope you like it.*

After finding out about Sam’s hallucinations, it put everyone on high alert whether it looked like it or not. You knew putting pressure and constantly checking in would only make Sam more on-edge and reserved.

You couldn't speak for how Bobby or Dean dealt with it; either way, you decided subtle check-ins were better. You’d offer food to him to make sure he was eating. You’d complain about your sleep to see how his had been going. You’d begun to walk down Bobby's halls to check on any night terrors that might arise. Despite wanting to just walk into his room and see he’s okay, you decided against it every time; However, it was proving to be a difficult task as you only received silence to him either being up or actually sleeping.

In fact, Bobby had caught your ear against the door once, which was embarrassing, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

On one of the routine checks-in, you found him freaking out. You rushed over to him. Luckily, he let you from being way too freaked out and tired. He even clung onto you. He didn’t say anything that night, and he eventually fell asleep.

From that day on, both of you started sleeping in the same bed. Despite him protesting at first, you knew he just thought he’d be a burden or trouble you. In truth, you didn't mind it one bit, and it made you happy to be there for him.

The new routine would consist of laying in bed together, talking about random things to get his mind off things, tracing his face and playing with the small edges of hair that lay near his ears. He let you because he’s either too tired or found it comforting, but the reason didn’t matter. All you cared about was him and coaxing him into sleep.

Even if you used different orders at times, ultimately, it always ends in you sleeping because you’d only allow yourself to fall asleep until he did. The rhythm of your routine seemed to be helping his sleep get better because the bag under his eyes were less noticeable.

Little did you know, you were being a bit too optimistic about Sam’s hallucinations. Sometimes he’d go freak out in the bathroom all by himself and try not to wake you.

On the fourth night of sleep, he woke up startled to see you beside him, and he had a knife hovered at your throat, which woke you instantly. He put a death drip on one of your shoulders as he pinned you down on the bed. Instantly and calmly, you told him, “Sam-Sam...Let’s just calm down…”

“How do I know you're real?!”

“You don’t...But! But, your hallucinations are aggressive, right?...Look, I’m not hurting anyone. I’m not going to hurt you. I was just lying down in bed sleeping.” You try to take the knife from his hand, but his grip on your shoulder tightens. “Woah. Woah. Take it easy. Sam...Sam…”

You reached forward to take it; however, the action made him even more antsy and jumpy, which led to him holding the knife tighter and nicking you this time. Sam spoke out, but the only words were, “You-You-” Sam couldn’t find anything to say, but he was getting restless by the second.

“Look, I am real. I’m-I’m real? That's the best I can come with? You probably get that expression a lot...That’s not gonna help you...I think I can prove it I’m real...”

“You can’t…”

“Let me try.”

“How? You're messing with me.”

“I have an idea, but I’m gonna need you to put that down. I’d like not to end up with multiple stab wounds.”

“I can't trust you.”

“Trust no...but I don’t have anything to hurt you with unless you count this pillow. You have the advantage just-let me prove it.”

He lowers it from being on your body, but he doesn’t put it down. He holds up his index finger with his vacant hand and says, “One chance.”

“Sam...I know you can't tell who's real and not….ummm...Has anyone tried to talk to-to Lucifer?”

“No.”

“Well, I’m-I’m going to talk to him...right now...He will respond. It’s not like I can hear him because he’s not real…” Your voice cracks as you say, “Alright here we-I go...Listen up Lucifer, Ya big ugly devil of an angel. Leave Sam alone you-”

You notice Sam’s demeanor unwavering. His stance is in intense fright and ready to attack at any moment. Poor Sam, you thought to yourself. Seeing him like this, you just had to help even if you were scared to speak. He gave you the courage to firmly say, “You sadistic fuck. I’d like to shove my fist down your throat. You have some real daddy issues that trickle right into brother issues. Wish you knew how to handle yourself better than starting a whole apocalypse. Drama queen much? Clearly, you're not so great because we showed you back then. All it took to defeat you was an itty bitty hole in the ground. What a bitch? Like you're literally Lucifer.”

You deeply exhaled, shakily. Sam lets out a small laugh, “Did you just diss him?”

You looked around the room worryingly and whispered, “Yes. Now, what did he say?” You notice his grip falter a bit.

“He said everything you just did is obviously not real since it’s so unthinkable.” Sam seems to grip his knife a little tighter after the statement. It made you slightly scared, but you had to try again and told him, “It’d be pretty weird if Lucifer had just roasted himself. It wouldn't make sense either with his big ego and all. He wouldn’t let me say all that. Think about it. I was even scared saying all that just now.”

“Than why-”

“For you Sam. I want you to know that this moment is real. Right now, it’s real. I want you to trust my presence is here.” You gesture to the room and say, "And I want to be there for you.”

You gesture toward him and keep yourself from reaching out to him. “In hopes you can find some sleep after...even for a moment. I just want to help you anyway I can.”

His intense gaze falls completely. His shoulders slump down and he hunches over a bit. He bites his lip slightly, and he looks at you with teary eyes. He almost has a look of guilt as he puts the knife down on the nightstand. He reaches forward, and his index finger touches your neck to reveal a nick of blood.

“I’m sorry.” He whimpers. You force yourself not to cry seeing him so broken, and you give him the best smile you can muster and simply state,

“What’s a little scratch?” You unroll your sleeve a bit and wipe the blood from his finger. You accomplish that much until he moves away from your touch.

“I’m confused. I just did all that, but you don’t seem too worried. Dean would probably be freaking out right now. He’d be talking to Bobby and you about how crazy I am and-”

“Of course, I’m worried. It’s an obvious inference. Who does that help if I freak out or something?”

“Do you trust me?”

“All I know is you can’t help any of this anymore than we can help. I trust you but not everything you might do.” You take his hand, and he doesn't move this time. ”I know it’s hard for you. Obviously, I don’t know exactly how you feel-I try to sympathize.”

“I can get behind that...But, I think you should go. You should stop sleeping here.”

“Is that what you want, or is that what you think is best for me?”

“Look, like you said, you guys can’t help, so I don’t know why you insist on sleeping here at night.”

“Because I hope it helps you. Hope you find comfort...hope you find comfort in me. It’s not about me obviously...I just hope you know after everything being soulless and all of this you still have someone.”

His hand squeezes yours back, and he says, “I do…”

“Look, we all tend to feel like a burden at some point. It’s normal. It is also normal for us to fuss over you. Now, don’t worry about me being here. I want to.”

“Haven’t you been losing sleep? You take way more naps now.”

“If I have to take naps during the day, I will. It’s not like I had the best sleep to begin with. The naps are actually kinda nice. Maybe I’ve been doing it wrong all along. I promise. I actually like sleeping here.”

“Even if I keep freaking out?”

“Of course. I’m not gonna abandon you. Now, there’s no point in talking about this anymore since I know we’re just gonna start running in circles.”

“But…”

Your hand finds its way to the side of his temple, and your thumb rubs his head softly. Softly, you say, “Look come here.”, and motion him to get closer to you. As he does so, you move your pillow to support your back on the headboard. His thigh touching yours. He gives you a confused expression and asks, “What now?”

“Just lay in my lap and get some sleep.”

“That simple after all that?”

“That simple.” You smiled at him more genuine than the last one.

“God, I love you...”

One of his hands finds its way to your cheek while the other lands on your neck, and he kisses you softly. His eyes glimmer at you not filled with tears anymore, but a look of love.

You can only respond by melting into his touch. You kiss his nose gently and reply, “I love you too, Sam.''

His hand leaves your neck, and it finds your back in order to make the distance even more nonexistent. Your hands rub his back up and down as you just want to feel him. He kissed you in a rougher manner, but somehow it left the essence of innocence. You stayed that way until either of you could breathe.

“Why did it take us so long to get together?”

“Oh, the usual: demon blood, apocalypse, demon and angel war…It doesn't matter though. If we’re here now, it’s worth it regardless.” He lets a genuine smile fall across his lips. You guide him to your lap. He lays his head on your lap, and his arms wrap around your whole waist and draws you in close nuzzling into you. Softly, he told you words that engulfed you in what felt like being in the clouds and what a rainbow would be like, and he said, “Even if this wasn’t real, I wouldn't mind it.”

*Hope your day got a little bit better!*

Sam Winchester ~Imagine/preference -you convince him into letting you give him a head massage

*Not my gif*

*I got the idea for this while watching an ASMR head scratches video. Don’t know how I made the connection, but I did. There’s lots of fluff. Criticisms are welcomed. Hope you enjoy!*

On the other side of the room, one of the monsters explodes it’s guts; luckily, Dean was quick enough to get behind the open door and avoid all the guts while the only five survivors weren’t so lucky. Having just killed the sibling, you realize you are way too close. You and Sam meet eyes for a second or two before you look away to focus on the problem at hand. As you try to move out of blast range, Sam sprints over to you and tackles you in an attempt to shield you. Your eyes were closed from the fear of what you thought was going to happen. Now, though, you just couldn't open your eyes because they were drenched in blood. Currently, you were covered in dirt, gunpowder, blood, organs, and bits of flesh with a similar coated Sam on top of you. Finishing the job, there was no need to panic. While you had no sight available, you recognize Sam's arms around you and helping you up. He searched into his pocket and found a rag. He wiped your eyes, and you behold Sam, who was looking at you worryingly. With his actions, you had to ask, “You good, Sam?”

“Am I good? Your head’s bleeding. At least, I think it is.”

“I do feel a little fuzzy.” You say and wobble. He helps to steady you, and you feel a slight pain in the arm he holds. You wince and look over to your arm being a little burnt from the blast. When Sam comes to your same realization, he let's go instantly, and he moves to your other side to help guide you outside. You both halt as Dean says, “Nope.” while wagging his finger. Sam scoffs and asks, “What?”

“You both stay here. The impala is a few blocks away from here. I’ll come back. I don’t think either of you can walk around bloody and get away with it.”

“Works for me.” You grunt and sit down on the curb. As Dean walks off, Sam settles in a seat beside you. Sam takes off his jacket, and he uses the insides to clean his face than he offers it to you. You take it and can still smell his scent underneath. You can’t help whiff the comforting smell of pine and cologne. It smelled sweet. You were in some kind of trance when he snapped you out of it by commenting, “I need like 12 showers.”

“Me and you both...Did it hurt?”

“What?”

“The blast. You caught a lot of it trying to get to me.”

“Nothing. I can't handle it. Cleary, it didn’t matter that I came to you. You still got burnt.”

“Still it could be worse. I’m sure your football tackle lessened injury. I’m just making sure you're okay.”

“Fine. I will say this was one of the most difficult monsters to hunt.”

“Really? Through all the bullshit you’ve been through.”

“I could barely keep it in looking at that thing in there. Ugh the smell.” He held the bridge of his nose and grimaced. “Now, I’m covered in-” He swallows. He covers his mouth. Then, he uncovers it and says, “You know what, I’m not gonna talk about it.” He breathes out a laugh, and you laugh along with. Dean comes back soon, and he gets out of the car with bubble wrap in hand. You say, “Are you shipping us off somewhere through postal, so we don’t have to get in the car?” You shake your head at him and say, “Dean, that would never work...Sam’s not small enough.” You laugh to yourself, and Dean snickers a little at the comment before responding, “I need you both to sit in the back. But first, stand there for me.” Dean unrolls the bubble wrap and starts wrapping both of you quickly. However, neither of you realized he was wrapping both of you into the same cocoon until it was too late. Both of you shoulder to shoulder like really weird looking siamese twins.

“Dean!” Sam whines.

“What is it?”

“This isn’t gonna work. Not to mention it’s stupid.”

“Sure it will.” Dean smirks and winks right at Sam.

“When did you even have the time to get the bubble wrap?”

“There was a general store near where baby was parked.” You and Sam get all but stuffed into the backseat with little to no room. It isn’t comfortable as is, but the added pressure is being so close to Sam. You and Sam have been close since you started doing jobs with him and Dean, and your feelings keep growing into more. You ignore, ignore, ignore. You couldn’t risk the friendship and were sure he didn’t feel the same. Sam is just a nice guy, plain, and simple, and you didn’t want to misread his good intentions. Even so, your heart betrays you as it beats hard and fast against your chest. Dean plays some music, which calms you down a bit. When you get back to the motel, Dean leaves you and Sam once again. As soon as you both get into the motel room, Sam offers you the first shower. You take it, and shower thoroughly and change into pj’s. With Sam in the shower, you pull up your sleeve in order to wrap your arm and cover it in ointment hoping it would heal well enough later. You disinfected and cleaned your head wound to the best of your ability without a mirror since the only mirror in the room was in the bathroom. Having felt your patch up work be sufficient, you sit criss cross at the foot of the bed, begin listening to music and brushing your hair when Sam comes out. He’s groaning and stretching, but you can still see the stress on his shoulder.

“You pull something? You sure the blast didn-”

“I’m fine.” He gave you a wide smile, which made your whole stomach and heart do gymnastics flips. Suddenly, his face drops.

“What is it?” You ask. He responds by walking over to you. He leans down to be closer to your level. “Wh-” His hand parts a bit of your stray hairs that were covering your face slightly. He moves them aside, Your breath hitches and you heat up instantly. He grazes your head wound, and you grimace in pain. He shows you his fingers covered in blood, and you hand rushes for your head. He stops you with his clean hand.

“I got it.” He states. He walks over to the first aid kits and sits next to you and says, “Looks like you missed a bit of the gash.” He removes the gauze and starts to clean the wound again.

“Not surprised. I couldn’t see what I was doing.”

“That’s right. There’s only a mirror in the bathroom. Why didn you say anything?”

“Figured. I could do it.” You barely mutter out as you watch him bite his lips in concentration. When he finishes, you avert your eyes anywhere but him and say, “Thanks.” He nods at you and continues to try and stretch his back again. You look at his back muscles of course. However, you feel almost guilty for the actions, so you distract yourself and him by asking, “What is it? Really. You look really tense.” He huffs out air and states, “It’s just a shame about everyone else. 5 people gone just like that… It wasn’t the best hunt. I can't help-”

“I’m gonna stop you right there.” He moved his head almost like he was offended, but the raise of his brows indicated confusion. Suddenly, an idea pops into your head. You don’t even realize your going along with it until you blurt, “Look-just-just. Sit here.” You motion to the head of the bed and the carpet ground.

“What?”

“Sit here. On the ground lean on the bed.” You unfold your legs, so they drop alongside the side of the bed. He walks over and sits in between your legs, which is a little difficult since his shoulders were even pretty long and large for your legs to open into a bit of discomfort. He was thinking of what to say when he felt your hands in his hair. You started brushing it out, and he remained tense not knowing what was going on.

“Sam, relax.”

“What exactly are you doing?”

“Brushing your hair, duh.”

“I can do that myself. You know that right?” He looks over at you, and you hit his shoulder. You both laugh and smile at it.

“It’s head touches and brushing hair. Look, no need in thinking about the hunt. Nothing more we can do. Just focus on the head touches.”

“Head touches.”

“Just go with it.” After brushing his hair, you started laying delicate touches into his hair by grazing your fingertips and nails over his scalps and hair. He started to relax, and he just let himself be and let mind go blank except for focusing on the light touches. He’d think these touches would make him fall asleep, but he was enjoying it way too much. He bit his lip trying to fight the urge to let out any weird noises. Even the light touches were making him go crazy. He didn’t know if it was the fact that he couldn’t remember if someone had ever touched his hair like this or if no one ever wanted to or would have done this for him, but it somehow warmed his heart and made him feel at peace. Also, while he thought the instance he was in was weird, he wasn’t surprised you’d find a way to make something weird sweet. In all honesty, he almost felt glad to be this close to you. Earlier, when he caught your eyes before the blast, he was scared he’d lose. That being said, he’s had the fear of you ending up gone from his life for a while. His feelings had grown, but he felt those were dangerous for you considering his history of what happens to the people he cares for. In the moment though, he couldn’t think of anything better than to be close to you. He started to contemplate that being together with you would be a better use of time than being apart and always worrying. He never finished the thought as it had been at least 20 minutes, and he heard you ask him something.

“Huh?” He responded.

“I said, are you enjoying yourself?”

“Yeah. Sorry just never felt these hair touches before.”

“Really?! With locks like yours I assumed tons of people would want to get their hand in here.” It seemed like a compliment, which made him a bit flushed. Somehow through the nerves, he playfully comments, “Maybe my height intimidated them. They probably wouldn't be able to reach anyway.” You burst out laughing, which he enjoyed.

“That’s a good one. I mean I’m only able to reach you now because the bed is boosting me up.” There was an awkward silence in the air after that. The silence hung in the air for a short while until Sam decided to ask, “Are you familiar with head touches?” He let out a weird laugh that he wanted to facepalm himself for while he waited for your response.

“Not anymore. I used to. My mom gave them here and there when I was a kid. Then in school, I had really long hair. Anyway, I welcomed anyone who wanted to touch it. I know I probably shouldn't have let them. Who knew where their hands had been? I just really liked it.” Sam sits up a little straighter from his relaxed slouching, and his hand snakes up to reach the top of your head, which makes you a slouch a bit. You get a bit startled by the action and tense up. You look to Sam, who just looks blankly towards the door. Little did you know, his heart was beating out of his chest at the gesture. You try to relax and once again try to evade your thoughts to say, “You have really long arms. You don't have-" You stopped speaking when he started to move his hands a bit, which almost made you want to pull away from how overwhelming it was. Despite being a good overwhelming feeling, your mind couldn’t help wanting to contradict your heart and body's desire to be closer. Finally, you settle on letting yourself be relaxed. Having heard you exhale peacefully, he smiled and stated, “It’s like your sweet spot."

In a dramatic tone you reply, "Oh no, you know my weakness!" You laugh together with your faces directed at each other. Having lost all the tension in your body, you were slouched down quite a bit. You felt him tug down your head slightly. Although you didn’t know what was about to happen, you didn’t protest. Thus, your faces were so close that he only needed to raise his head slightly higher to your side. With sweetness and innocence in his eyes, he does exactly that, and your lips meet. His eyes close, and your eyes go wide feeling like electricity has gone through your whole body. After another few seconds, you let your eyes close and find the strength to kiss back. Despite being a short kiss, it was filled with sweetness and passion. His eyes seem to sparkle when he looks at you this time. You're so entranced by his eyes that you don’t notice him take his hand out of your hair and lay his hands on his lap. He smiles at you and softly says, “I like head touches.” before he turned his face back to the door. He moves his feet up and down one after another in a cute manner as if he were swinging his feet off a chair. You can't help feel yourself melt on the inside and wonder what’s coming next as he just gave you so much happiness in one moment.

*Hope your day got even a little bit better.*

Dean head touches