A Moose in the SnowTitle: A Moose in the Snow
Pairing: Sam x Reader
Word Count: 1,122
Warnings: Fluff
A/N: This was requested from my Christmas drabble list by @wxnchexters! So I hope you all enjoy it! If you’d like to request from that list, HERE it...

A Moose in the Snow

Title: A Moose in the Snow

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1,122

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: This was requested from my Christmas drabble list by @wxnchexters! So I hope you all enjoy it! If you’d like to request from that list, HERE it is. Or if you’d like to request something else, drop an ask!

After killing another werewolf in Cincinnati you and the Winchesters were headed back to the bunker.  It was a long drive home and you couldn’t get comfortable.  You sat restlessly in the backseat of the Impala.  All you could do was watch the snow continue to cover the terrain as you rode past it.

Sam peered over his shoulder at you.  He could tell you were watching the snow outside the window.  Sam knew how much you loved the snow.  Since joining them on hunts you hadn’t gotten the chance to enjoy the snow.  The younger Winchester nudged his brother, “Dean we should find a place to stay for the night.  It’s starting to come down hard.”

Dean rolled his eyes, “there should be a motel up here somewhere.  We’ll only stay tonight.”  Dean was stern, but he had his moments.  Dean drove to the closest motel, getting the three of you a room.  From the looks of it, there wasn’t much space left.  Dean came back minutes later.  “There’s one room left with two beds.  Sorry [Y/N] you’ll have to share a bed with one of us,” Dean smirked, winking at you.

“[Y/N] can share a bed with me,” Sam quickly interjected.  “I know how you like to sprawl out in your sleep Dean.  No worries.”  Sam flashed Dean an innocent grin, but Dean knew better.

“Alright, well, I’m going to go inside,” Dean raised his eyebrows, grabbing his bag.

“You two can go inside, I wanna play in the snow,” you smiled.  You looked up to the sky, watching the snowflakes fall gently from the puffy clouds in the sky.  Ever since you were a kid, snow was something you always enjoyed.

“I’ll stay out here and make sure you’re safe.  You never know, something could come out of nowhere,” Sam stated, sticking his hands into his jacket pockets.

Dean nodded, rolling his eyes.  The smirk still danced on his lips as he winked at his little brother.  “Be careful you two; no injuries.  We’re in room 9,” Dean shouted over his shoulder, walking towards their room for the night.

You sighed happily, your breath becoming steam in the air.  A few snowflakes landed on your face, so you decided to open your mouth and catch snowflakes.  When you caught one in your mouth, you could feel the snowflake melt instantly.  You caught Sam staring at you out of the corner of your eye.  “What,” you asked, raising an eyebrow at the Winchester.

“You’re gross,” Sam teased.  “Small amounts of whatever is in the air, is now in your mouth.  Someone’s fart could be in your mouth.”  

“Well in that case,” you smiled, bending down to scoop snow inside your hands.  You packed a snowball in your hands, instantly throwing it at Sam.  You smirked when the snowball hit Sam in the center of his chest.  “You have someone’s fart on your jacket now.  We’ll have to call you Farty Winchester.”

Sam chuckled, shaking his head, “you’re going into dangerous territory [Y/N].  You do not want to start a snowball fight with me.”  Sam flinched at the sudden onslaught of two more snowballs hitting his chest.  The younger Winchester flashed you a playful grin, “you’re going down [Y/N].”

“Whatever you say Farty Winchester,” you laughed, scooping more snow into your hands.  When you stood back up, three snowballs hit you.  One hit your leg, one hit your arm, and one hit your abdomen.  “Okay, that was pretty good, but let’s see you hit a moving target.”  You dashed through the parking lot, hearing Sam’s footsteps behind yours.  Damn your short legs and damn his much taller legs.  You ran another ten feet before Sam finally caught you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Gotcha,” Sam yelled proudly.  He spun you around, putting you down gently.  “If you admit defeat I won’t hit you with another snowball.”

You spun on your heels to face him.  You glared at him, a cheeky grin on your lips.  “What makes you think I would surrender,” you inquired, picking up more snow with your hands.  At this point your hands were a dark red and shaky from the cold snow.

Sam gently smacked the snow from your hands, putting his hands over yours.  The younger Winchester was a natural born human heater.  His hands weren’t as cold as yours and they felt much warmer than yours too.  “Unless you want your hands to get frostbite, you have to stop,” Sam stated with concern.  “Since I’m such a warm guy, I’ll warm your hands up for you.”

You rolled your eyes, giggling at Sam.  “Oh how nice of you,” you remarked with heavy sarcasm.

Sam let go of your hands, shrugging with a grin.  “Well alright, I guess your hands will just have to be cold,” Sam turned to walk towards the room.

You frowned, realizing just how cold your hands were.  You jogged after the Winchester, grabbing one of his hands.  When he stopped to turn around, your eyes met his.  Sam rolled his eyes, sighing as he held your hands in his.  As you stood there with Sam, the snow falling around the both of you, you realized how much you needed Sam.  Not just as a hand warmer, but how you needed him in general.  You wrapped your arms Sam, resting your head on his chest.  “You’re so warm Sam,” you hummed after a few seconds.

Sam laughed, at your words.  Dean knew about Sam’s crush on you.  For weeks he tried to convince Sam to say something.  Maybe this was the right time for Sam to finally say it.  “[Y/N], I like you,” Sam blurted out in a low voice.

“I was wondering when you were going to tell me,” you smirked.  “See, when Dean got drunk last week at the bar, he asked me to drive him back to the motel in Cincinnati.  He told me about your crush on me.  It wasn’t great hearing it from a drunk Dean Winchester,” you went on.  “However, it’s even better to hear it from you while it’s snowing.  My two favorite things at once; Sam Winchester and snow.”  You slid your hands up the back of his t-shirt.  You giggled at the sudden hitch of Sam’s breath.  

“Jesus [Y/N], your hands are cold,” Sam noted.  Sam picked you up, carrying you in the direction of the room the three of you were staying in.  “Let’s get you warmed up.  We can play in the snow when we get back to the bunker.”

That night, snow became much more than crystallized rain.  Snow became the thing that reminded you of the night you and Sam Winchester became one.


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