idk if this is the right place to do requests GULP sorry but uh hai hello your stuff is really good and very yummy so I figured I might request something
Sam x reader where reader comes out to him (I’m leaning coming out as trans ftm but WHATEVER YOU’D PREFER TO WRITE IS FINE) and its big comfort fluffy sorta thing because yk we love relationships with trust 🥹
err yeah that is my request
no rush at all and sorry again if this isn’t the right place to ask 😭
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Sam Winchester x Trans Ftm!Reader | Fluff, little angst 𐂂
⚠️ Girlfriend title used before the reader comes out!
Summary: It’s the day that Sam is introducing you to Dean. But as Sam helps you get ready for the meet, an important part of your identity comes to light when “partner” and “girlfriend” stops feeling right.
Note: Aww this is such a sweet req~! I’ve spent a lot of my later childhood around the trans and queer community so I have a really deep respect for those with the courage to come out. I hope I did alright<3
7 pm. Just a little longer. Tracking the time isn’t necessary, plans start when Dean comes over, but right now it just feels right. It’s another distraction alongside the ticking of the motel room clock, the breezy air, and…Sam’s soft reading. Oh, Sam. Sam, Sam, Sam. That boy is the one constant in your life that you wouldn’t trade for anything else. Even working his job as a full-time hunter, he’s always making the effort to be around you. Currently in the midst of tracking down a wendigo he’s curled on your bed, nose-deep in a mythology book, long legs dangling off the frame. He spouts out a new fact, waiting for your approval like a puppy.
“When are we meeting Dean?” You nervously scratch at your arms at the prospect. You and Sam have secretly been in a relationship for the past year, and today’s the day you meet your boyfriend’s only family.
Sam takes his attention away from the book, focus darting from the clock to you. “Not for another hour, sweetheart…you’ve been staring at the clock this whole time, are you feeling alright?”
You swallow a gob of spit as you repeat to yourself “It’s fine, it’ll go fine”.
Your eyes briefly exchange glances with the clock again. “Y-yeah. I think— C-can we rehearse the thing again, Sammy?” You choke out. Maybe meeting Dean today was a bad idea. There’s a bubbly ache in your gut that makes you stiff as a scared rabbit.
Sam immediately notices that face you make, the one that screams ‘I don’t know about this’— that face Sam only saw the few times you’ve hunted with him. You’re definitely not alright. He immediately gets up and makes his way to you, holding out those gigantic hands of his for you to take.
It doesn’t matter what’s bothering you. You being hurt, hurts him.
“Of course, sweetheart. Uh…we’re just going to wait for Dean to come over and I’ll say: ‘hey, Dean, this is my girlfriend. We’ve been dating for a while, and… I love her.” Sam shrugs with a smile until he sees your expression again. “Did I say something wrong?”
Girlfriend. There’s that ache again.
“You don’t have to tell me why if you don’t want to,” He pleads gently, pressing a warm kiss to your fingers. “But you know I’ll do anything to make you all better.” His kisses move from your fingers to your forehead.
God do you want to tell him, but the words won’t arrange on your tongue in the right way. Different sentences, announcements, pleads of ‘I’m sorry’ circulate through your mind as those gentle kisses make way to your cheek. What if when you tell him, those kisses go away?
You have to bite the bullet.
“Sammy…I have something to tell you.”
His kisses slow to a stop, and his face grows serious. It’s starting, you think. Your worst nightmare. But there’s no turning back now. The air starts to feel heavier while time slows to one long minute. Your heart is racing like a demon is after you and tears well up in your eyes.
“Hey, hey, don’t cry. Whatever it is, we can fix it.” Sammy’s big thumb pads brush away the wetness on your cheeks. “If you’re not ready to meet Dean I—“
“It’s not about Dean…” you weep. “It’s about me. Sammy I don’t— …I’m not a girl. Never been. I don’t wanna be your girlfriend anymore,” Words start to flow loose-tongued as the overwhelm takes over your voice. “Not your girlfriend, not your partner.”
Sam’s face contorts into hurt. “You’re breaking up with me?”
“No, Sammy, I wanna be your—“
Sam pulls you into the tightest hug you’ve felt in years. “Boyfriend.” He finishes. Sam sighs with relief as he buries his face into the crook of your shoulder, rocking you back and forth to soothe your gasping sobs.
“Sweetheart, listen to me.” He pulls back to kiss some tears of your face.
“I. Love. You. Not what you pretend to be. You. If being you means being my boyfriend, then guess what? In a half hour, I’m going to get to say: ‘Hey Dean, this is my boyfriend. We’ve been dating for a while and…I love him.’” Sammy smiles gently at your flushed expression turning to a pink blush. The ache is gone, the time is right, and you crack back a little grin.
“Why would I lie to the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen? But hey, if you don’t wanna be pretty, just know I won’t lie to handsome boys either.”
Sam turns to the door. “Oh. Looks like Dean got here early. He can wait outside a little longer though, until my boyfriend says it’s ok to come in.”
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