𝐒𝐚𝐦 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐨𝐝!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
I think Sam with a demigod reader is so cute because he would want to learn every single thing about them and their history and just be in complete awe. So this is just a little one shot of them and how they meet and then some headcannon dabbles.
Sam and Dean had just started this case a couple days ago, but it was somehow over before they even got a chance to really work on it. They talked to the victims’ family; or rather, families. The victim was a man who had been drowned in a large puddle outside the bar. That’s weird enough, but past that, he had deep scratch marks all over his neck and face and the most odd part was the fish scales left at the scene of the crime. It was also revealed after he died that he was married to a woman with three children together, but he had a girlfriend he’d gotten pregnant a few months ago. Safe to say, he wasn’t the best man out there—a possible motive for this murder.
Immediately, Sam had an idea of what it was. They researched more when they went back to the hotel.
“So check this out-“ Sam turned to Dean who was eating a stick of jerky while watching a true crime tv show. “I think it’s a siren.” Sam turned the book to Dean. It was a book on Greek mythology. “Basically a half fish, half woman creature that lures men with their voice to a body of water and drowns them.” Sam explained from the book.
Dean grunted in acknowledgment. “So this fish lady- what? Prowls the bar like a cougar?” Dean skepticised.
“Maybe.” Sam shrugged. He’d already read the entire section on them. “Some legends say they only choose ‘lustful’ men— whatever that means.” He closed the book with a huff.
“Well how the hell do we find a lustful man? I’m not playin’ dress up.” Dean shrugged. Sam gave him an expectant look, a small smirk playing at his lips. Oh.
“Oh hell no! I am not playing bait.” Dean cross his arms in rejection of the idea.
“C’mon man, how else are we gonna find the next ‘lustful’ man? I think you might actually be the most lustful man.. Ew.” Sam shook his head to get rid of that mental image.
“Do we even know how to kill the thing? What’s your plan when she’s trying to eat my face—..Are they hot?” Sam scoffed as Dean, expectedly, got off topic.
“Yes, Dean, they’re meant to be attractive. So they can lure you to a puddle of piss and drown you in it.” Sam deadpanned. “And yes, I know how to kill it. You have to cut off its tail. But when they’re in their human forms they hide it, usually in something they’re wearing.” Sam explains, remembering the stories from the book.
“Ok so if I’m bait, and I’m under the spell or whatever, what stops you from being under the spell.” Dean theorized out loud. Huh. Sam didn’t get that far for once.
“Well…maybe she can only control one person at a time.” Sam reasoned.
“Does the legend say so?” Dean narrowed his eyes.
“…Yes.” Sam shifted his eyes.
“Ok.” Dean shrugged, going back to eating jerky.
And now they were sitting in a bar, Dean in his best T-shirt with his signature leather jacket. They had a target. A woman with an interesting looking necklace going around to a bunch of men, but quickly losing interest again and again—she’s hunting.
Dean sidled up to the bar and ordered a drink, and at that moment, the woman walked up to him.
“You here alone?” She started the conversation as she ordered a drink too.
“Unfortunately.” Dean shrugged, following her vibe.
“Surprising.” She commented in a flirtatious manner. Hook, line, and sinker.
They flirted for a while, but eventually the woman said she had to get back to her friends even though they knew she was alone. Had she possibly found out why they were there? How? Dean tried to stop her but she insisted and walked off.
Dean sulked back to the table, Sam looking at him expectantly. “What happened?” Sam inquired. Dean remained silent as he sat down.
“Don’t tell me you struck out.” Sam laughed in Dean’s face. “C’mon the one time we need you to pick up a chick, you can’t?” He continued to tease.
“Can it, Sam Sandwich.” He rolled his eyes. “I was doing great but she said she had to leave all of a sudden.” He shrugged.
Sam was going to reply but noticed that he couldn’t see the woman anywhere in the bar. Damnit. “Dean, where’d she go?” Sam panicked.
“She was just over-“ he looked over to the bar where she was nowhere to be seen. “Shit,” they both shot up and made a break for the door of the bar. When they made it outside, they looked around, only to hear something around back. When they ran back there, they found a corpse. Not one of a possibly lustful man, but a dried, shriveled looking woman..with a tail. She looked like she’d been dead for a hundred years already.
Sam was examining the area when he saw it—some sort of emblem burned into the pavement next to the woman. It was a skull, but it looked special, almost familiar. Sam tried his hardest to recall where he’d seen it before but he couldn’t place it yet.
“I thought you said you had to cut the thing’s tail off. So what happened with this one?..” Dean wondered aloud.
“And who did it?..Are there other hunters in town?” There were a lot of questions, none of which could be answered by standing around staring at the dead body. So they cleaned up the scene and when they made it back to the motel, Sam immediately started flipping through books.
“What’re you trying to find?” Dean looked over Sam’s shoulder.
“That..emblem that was on the ground..” he muttered before the book of Greek mythology caught his eye. Immediately he began flipping through it until he found the page with the sign on it. “The book says that the emblem belongs to Thanatos, Greek god of death.” Sam read aloud.
“I thought Hades was the Greek God of death.” Dean commented. He may not know a lot, but he’d watched Hercules at some point.
“No, Hades is the god of the underworld, he just manages the souls, at least in Greek mythology,” Sam began to explain. “It says here, Thanatos is more like Death, y’know? Like grim reaper.” He closed the book.
They were going to leave the town, but they kept seeing news about murders that oddly resemble the M/O of Greek originating monsters like harpies and lamia, but as soon as they show up to the scene, they’ve already been killed, and there’s Thanatos’ emblem on the ground. They weren’t sure if they should leave or stay. It seemed like Thanatos had a handle on it, but if he was actually manifested on earth, then what was his intention? Why was he here and why were the monsters popping up so fast?
Their questions came to a halt when they decided to check out one more case, a Sphinx, it seemed. And finally, they got there a little early. Early enough to witness Thanatos killing the thing.
But it was not what they expected.
It was a person. One of the most, if not the most beautiful person Sam had ever seen. And they was killing the sphinx with some kind of..Scythe
“Why didn’t you say Thanatos was hot?” Dean whispered to Sam.
“I didn’t know Thanatos was hot.” Sam was nearly drooling.
But now the sphinx was dead by way of scythe and Thanatos, or so they thought, was now looking at them in what seemed like irritation.
“Y’know, if the plan was to help, maybe continuously ruining every surprise attack I plan isn’t the best course of action.” They scowled, still beautiful in their seemingly arrogant nature.
The greek god was talking to them, scolding them, really. And they were still beautiful. “Uhm.” Sam was still in awe. But of course, Dean is..Dean.
“Ruining? How the hell were we supposed to know you were on the hunt? You never talk to any victims, you never follow a trail, it seems like you just pop up!” Dean argued crassly.
“Dean. Don’t yell at the god of death.” Sam whisper yelled through gritted teeth to his idiotic brother.
“I’m not yell-“ Dean was about to argue back when you interrupted.
“Wait..Do you guys think..I’m Thanatos?” You smirked. This could be a great opportunity, but dad would probably smite you somehow if you impersonated him. “Cute. Flattering really. But Mr. Thanatos was my dad. You can call me,” you told them your name and they both looked confused.
“You’re… not Thanatos?..” Dean raised his eyebrow at the person standing before them.
“No. And you guys can’t be hunters. If you are…Tyche be with you..” You sighed deeply. The shorter one seemed offended while the taller, cuter, puppy eyed one just looked at you with awe.
“You’re a demigod.” He commented quietly, as if discovering the 8th wonder of the world.
“Ding, ding, ding! Someone reads every now and then.” You teased easily, stepping a bit closer to the two, but the shorter one was more skeptical.
“Well hold on now, Achilles. How do we know you’re telling the truth?” He stepped in front of the taller one in a protective manner.
But you rolled your eyes. “Look I’m not proving myself to you. I’ve been doing this a long time, and I don’t need a couple of b-list hunters fucking up my operation.” You crossed your arms.
“What damn operation? And we are not b-list!” The short one argued. As expected.
“Dean!” Sam scolded before pulling him to the side while grimacing awkwardly at you. Cute.
“It makes sense. They just killed the sphinx with a scythe.” Sam argued with his older brother.
“Well if they’re a god, why do they look like a normal person?” Dean argued.
“Because they’re a demigod, genius. Half mortal, half god.” Sam groaned at his brother’s pitiful lack of knowledge.
Dean grumbled in defeat. “Still doesn’t explain why they’re killing all these Greek monsters.”
It made Sam pause. That’s true; it wouldn’t make sense. The monsters kill people and therefore create more necessity for Thanatos. So why are they killing all of them?
Sam turned to them, still standing there in all their glory. “Uh..why are you doing all this, actually?..” he inquired.
You smirked a little more and stepped closer to him. “Trying to help people like you.” You shrugged. It was a whole other issue that they had no idea about.
“All these monsters escaped from the underworld. Some other idiot kid keeps traveling to and from the place and now everyone’s found a loophole. So while dads handling that, I’m on damage control.” You explained as if it was as simple as spilled milk.
Sam looked amazed, but Dean just looked suspicious. “So you’re..what? Your dads assistant?” Sam asked, not meaning to be offensive at all.
“No! I am his overworld liaison.” You crossed your arms. Assistant.
“Do you hunt other things or just Greek monsters?” He inquired further, stepping closer to you without even realizing it, like a little kid at an aquarium. Again, cute.
“Greek ones are the only ones I know how to find. Plus they’re easy to kill with the right tools.” You gestured to the scythe now sitting in a strap on your back.
“Woah. That’s your dad’s?” He looked at the large tool in awe, reaching out towards it before thinking better of it.
“Yeah. I wouldn’t touch it. You’d probably die.” Makes sense to Sam. That is its function, after all.
“Being half mortal doesn’t make it dangerous for you to hold?” Sam questioned.
“It might if I was any other god’s kid, but I guess since I’ve got my dads blood I’m good.” You shrugged before taking it out.
“So you know other demigods? Are there a lot? Do you meet the gods or are they more separated? And how do you even get to the underworld?-“ Sam had so many more questions for you, and he would have asked if Dean hadn’t meddled.
“Relax Sherlock. They don’t need you sniffing all over their business.” Dean cut in with a playful grin. “How’s about you come back to the bar with us and you can tell me more about you.” Dean offered with that signature smile and oddly attractive Kansas accent. But for the 2nd time as of recent, Dean struck out.
“Actually,” you contested. “I don’t mind answering the questions. I never get to meet hunters and demigods are busier than you’d imagine so..I never really get to talk about it..” you turned to Sam, completely ignoring Dean.
“Oh..really? That’s interesting. Busy with what? Do they all have jobs like you—with their parents? Or is it something else—like a quest. I read about those in this book-“ he was going off on a tangent, you could tell. An adorably nerdy, deeply interested tangent.
“How about we go back to where you’re staying and you can show me your books.” You offered. You were not subtle by any meaning of the word, but Sam didn’t seem to notice. He just lit up at the thought of showing you his research.
“Yeah, definitely!” He beamed.
UGH I’m sorry that was just the into, but here are some kinda head cannons.
He loves to learn about you and your family and everything about Greek mythology. Even months or years into the relationship, he’ll find more and more questions to ask you. For example:
You guys had been hunting something that was reminiscent of Echidna, the mother of all monsters.
“Was she killed?” He asked after you guys had been studying for hours.
“Who?” Your brain was fried, but you were pretty sure you guys weren’t having a conversation about a woman being killed.
“Echidna.” He said, like it was obvious.
“Oh..” you’d mentioned her briefly hours ago. “Uh..once, I think?” You shrugged.
“By who?” He inquired further.
“Can’t remember his name. He was a giant known for having a hundred eyes though. I think he worked for Hera.” You recalled the story you were once told.
“Huh. What do you mean by ‘once’?” Most things only got killed once, so that would’ve been assumed.
“Some Greek monsters don’t stay dead. They’re sort of..balancers. Monsters are necessary to keep gods and demigods in check. So sometimes they come back after they’ve been slain by some hero.” You explained the short version of it.
“I thought your dad and Hades handled the dead.”
“The fates have more control over sequential events so they kinda have to listen to them.”
“I don’t know, my love..”
“Have you met the fates?”
“Are they technically gods?”
Woah. You hadn’t thought about that. There are grey areas with different creatures. “I..maybe.”
“How do you know if you don’t know what they are?”
“Sam.” You deadpanned. He smiled and leaned over to kiss you on your temple. He knows you love it, even when he’s annoying you.
Sometimes, you’re proud of your power, because it means you can protect your boyfriend when push comes to shove. Like when his and Dean’s past mistakes come back to bite them once again, and Sam, once again, ends up kidnapped.
A witch had gotten a hold of a spell strong enough to stump even the Winchester brothers. You’d been handling business in the underworld, but when you suddenly couldn’t contact your boyfriend anymore, you jumped into action.
Dean ended up frozen against a wall, while Sam was tied up in a chair, being slowly tortured by the witch. The pain was too overwhelming for him to even think of a plan. But that’s when he heard your angelic voice calling out for him.
You’d burst through the doors of the house, catching the witch off guard. She attempted a spell, but you were quicker. With your scythe wrenched from your back, you reaped her soul, sending it straight to uncle Hades. The spell on Dean broke and he fell from the wall. Sam was no longer actively being tortured, but he was still in pain. You ran to the chair he was tied in, ripping the ropes off of him as he groaned.
“Sammy, are you ok? Look at me.” You lifted his head for him, allowing him to look you in the eye. “Come on, talk to me, baby..” you whispered desperately.
“I’m ok,” he croaked your name as he fell into you and you sagged with relief before pressing him right against you. “I’ve got you, Sam. I’m here, love. It’s ok..” you couldn’t tell if you were comforting you or him, but you knew you’d both be ok.
Sometimes you get to confide in Sam about all the struggles of being a demigod.
It’s fall now. You’d just come back to the bunker after spending the whole summer in some camp you’d been weirdly mysterious about, insisting it was safer for everyone that way. The first few days, you were overjoyed to be with them, but one day, you were just..off.
You didn’t cuddle him this morning, electing to take an early walk instead. You didn’t eat breakfast with them, insisting you weren’t hungry. You didn’t sit with him as he researched, making the excuse that you had to check on things with the underworld—whatever that meant.
He found out quickly, what it meant. It just meant checking your messages from the underworld. Hades and Thanatos would always use some odd divine way of messaging you whenever they needed your help. Sometimes, you’d pray to Zeus himself that your father would call just to call. Just so say hi, I miss you. He never does. And probably never will. But still, you hope. And it breaks Sam’s heart.
“Angel..” He interrupted you trying to connect the iris message in your shared bedroom. You wiped it away quickly, startled by the sudden intrusion.
“Yeah?” You pretended not to have been checking.
“What was that?” He was skeptical, obviously.
“Nothing.” You shrugged. He deadpanned. “Really.” You insisted.
Sam sighed and moved further into the room, sitting next to you on the bed. “He didn’t answer.” It wasn’t a question, but you pretended it was.
“No..” you whispered, forcing your voice to not shake. You would not cry over this anymore.
Sam had watched his brother go through a similar thing once. He would not watch you do it, too. He wrapped an arm around you while pressing a kiss to your temple.
“You know you don’t have to help them, right?..You don’t owe them anything if he won’t acknowledge the fact that he does owe you something, as a father.” Sam tried to reason.
But you just wanted a dad. Sure, you’re grown now and don’t need him, but he’s always just been so..close, yet too far. He’s right there. He speaks to you. That’s much more than most of your kind get. But it’s almost worse. Knowing what you could have, the love you could receive, but he simply chooses not to. No matter how much you do for him, it’ll never be enough.
“I don’t care. I just.. Gods, this is pathetic..” you sniveled, forcing the tears back.
“No, it’s not, angel. I understand.” If anyone does, it’s Sam. You know he does. “I know, sweetheart.” He squeezed closer and tighter, pressing bunches of kisses to the side of your head. It doesn’t fix the hole in your heart, but it does fill it with something else, something just as good. You leaned into him, letting him love you gently, like you deserve.
And sometimes, you bet to share the best parts of being a demigod with him
You’d followed Sam and Dean on a case one time, just for the fun of it. You could be a good help if it was something that wasn’t already dead! But in the middle of the hunt, it seemed whatever it was began to hunt you back. It was a fury. The damned thing must’ve been luring you in by killing people in a pattern that matched some other random supernatural creature. Now, you Sam, and Dean were running for your lives. Luckily, the idiot fury had led you to the perfect hide out: Long Island.
Eventually, you convinced Dean to park Baby, which would force us to hoof it, but he had to unless he wanted his prized possession flipped and totaled by the winged beast. She was attempting to stop us by slicing down trees in our path, but we managed to narrowly dodge a few of them. We were nearing the camp but the boys were only getting more worried at the sight of an open field.
“Uhh, sweetheart? What is your plan here?!” Sam panicked, ducking behind a branch.
“To get us killed! This is all your fault Sam! I told you you’re not cool enough to be dating a demigod for free!” Dean complained as he narrowly missed a swipe of her wing.
“Shut up, Dean!” I called over my shoulder as we came up to the barrier. I skidded to a stop, making them do the same behind me as the fury flew further into the sky to track us better after losing us between the trees.
“What the hell?! What’re we doin’?!” Dean scrambled to get us running again, his southern accent peaking out more in his panic.
“Be right back. Don’t die.” I warned them before I continued into the barrier, revealing the familiar view of home. I’m sure to them, it looked like more supernatural bullshit as I disappeared.
I said the words, first inviting Sam into the camp. He couldn’t see or hear me, so I pulled him in by his collar. I didn’t have time to worry about how confused or caught off guard he looked by the sudden change in scenery, the bustling camp continuing before him. I invited Dean next, pulling him through the barrier as the fury missed him narrowly, burning herself against the barrier.
“What the hell?! You almost got us killed, are you insane?! And where’d she g-“ Dean paused as he began to look around, realizing the fury was no longer chasing them. Sam was already staring out at the camp in awe as Dean joined him, realizing he was no longer in the middle of some field.
“What..is this place?..” Sam wondered aloud as his eye darted to all the different activities going on.
I was about to explain when I was spotted by the ever observant: Nico.
“Woah. What’re you doing here?” He raised one of his eyebrows as he paused in front of the entrance before he took note of the two mortals standing behind you. “Ouuu, you’re in trouble..” the boy smirked as he crossed his arms, his sword swaying at this side.
“Nico. Amazing to see you as always.” You rolled your eyes. Nico and you had a different relationship. Not like siblings—Nico has a sibling—but like cousins. You both have lots of dealings with the dead and the underworld and it allows you to understand each other on a different level. “Do you know where Chiron is? Or are you perpetually useless?” You sighed. You two also liked to tease and bicker.
“I do. I would tell you but I’d like to see the look on Mr.D’s face instead.” He smirked. He wouldn’t dare. Mr. D had never liked you. Probably because you always smuggled yourself in and out of camp when you were younger, but that’s beside the point.
“Brat.” You rolled your eyes as you walked further into the camp. You realized the boys weren’t following you after a few steps. “Guys..come on.” You waved them to you. They both looked at each other, then to Nico, then to you and followed.
“Not very bright, are they?..” he mumbled to you. You giggled before you could stop yourself but you steeled your expression after. “Can it, guyliner.” He rolled his eyes at the jab as he lead you through the camp in the direction of the shooting range.
Sam walked up beside you with a very concerned expression. “Uhh, sweetheart?” He tapped you.
“What the hell is this?” He gestured to all of your surroundings.
“This,” you gestured to the same thing, “is camp halfblood.”
“Yeah. That clears it right up.” Dean grumbled beside you guys.
“I’m getting to it.” You glared at him. “It’s basically a summer camp for demigods. As you can see, we get hunted a lot so our parents made this place for us to be safe while we train until we’re old enough to handle it.” You explained briefly as you all walked. Camp halfblood was so much more for you when you were younger—a summer camp, a home, school, all of it. But that’s besides the point.
Chiron must’ve been able to sense you coming; he always could. “Child, you have 3 seconds to explain to me why there are two random mortals in my camp.” He spoke, still facing the archery course as you walked up behind him.
“Hey, Chiron! Nice to see you..camps looking great..” You avoided his demand and stepped closer to him with a big smile. He was not amused. “You are aware non demigods are strictly forbidden in this camp, correct?” He ignored your attempt at small talk.
“I’m aware b-“ you tried to explain.
“Then why would be so foolish as to allow these mortals into my camp?” He was angry, that’s given, but he wasn’t surprised. You were never on your best behavior as a kid either.
“Listen! I had to. This fury was hunting us down, and you know I’m not good with those things!” You whined, trying to get him to have some sort of sympathy for you.
“If I’d left them outside, she would’ve eaten them alive. They’re my—“ you winced over to Sam for a second, “friends. And they already know about everything. They’re not a threat.” You explained, trying to gently placate the sometimes crotchety old man.
He sighed deeply and turned finally. “I decide who is and who isn’t a threat to this camp. You have no right to allow unauthorized morals into our home.” He scolded you with that devastating disappointed look. The kind of look that made you want to do your homework, and your friends homework even though you’re not in school anymore.
“But..I understand you were seeking refuge.” He relented just the slightest bit. Score! “Do not make this a habit. I’ll have the fury cleared out of the forest. As soon as the coast is clear, you will take them away. Understood?” He cocked a suspicious eyebrow, his authority radiating off of him.
“Yes, sir.” You replied sheepishly before he walked away. Just because he was out of ear shot though, he turned. “And..welcome back.” He nodded before continuing on. It felt nice to be home.
Nico had long since lost interest and wandered off after you were done being scolded. Now it was just you, Sam, and Dean. “So..are we allowed to mention the horseman now?”
“Or the kid with the sword?” Sam added.
“Or the magical barrier?” Dean continued.
“Or us getting kicked out of said magical barrier?” Sam finished.
“…” you thought for a moment. “No.” You shrugged before walking off. They looked at each other with a deep sigh before following you.
But you showed them around the place anyways as some of the older counselors helped Chiron rid the forest of the fury.
Dean wandered off as soon as he caught wind of the pavilion and the wonderfully smelling food and magically refilling chalices.
Now you and Sam were wandering the forest when you came across a small pond with bunches of greenery and flowers around it. You paused, looking at it longingly.
“Y’know this is where I had my first kiss..” you recalled the magical moment between you and some eventually jerk of a guy from ares cabin.
Sam smiled and huffed in amusement. “Wow.” The scene was beautiful as the sun hid the green tinted water. “Guess I’ve gotta step my game up.” He shrugged. It made you smile as you turned to him.
“Don’t worry. The guy had a reallyyyy big-“ you smiled mischievously
“Hey-“ he scrunched his face in disgust.
“Ego.” You cut him off with a giggle. “S’ why we broke up..what did you think I was gonna say?” Yoh teased him.
“Haha. You are so funny.” He rolled his eyes, but still pulled you closer by the waist. You guys just stood there for a while, letting the sun wash over you as the water idled in the pond next to you.
“It really is beautiful.” He commented in a hushed tone, as if not to break the serenity.
“I’m glad you like you.” You smiled up at him. This place was everything for you.
“I’m glad you shared it with me.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. You smiled against his. It felt nice to share these memories with someone you love.
A/N: I have so much more to say about them but I’ve already taken long enough to write this. LMAO SORRY!
