Summary: You find yourself in love with Sam’s hands and his touch. 
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 609
Warnings: Sam hands, sexuality, mild undetailed smut, fluff
A/N: Just a quick drabble I’ve been working on here and there after thinking too much about how big Sam’s hands are and how they’d always be there if you ever needed to be grounded. It was beta’d by @kittenofdoomage​ and the gif is made by me. Enjoy!

Sam’s hands have always been a point of focus for you. They’re large, battle-worn, and capable of such brutality while also being able to caress so lovingly. It surprised you how gentle Sam could be, even after you’d seen the things he could do when he was given no other choice.

Any time it was just you and Sam on a hunt, you held hands in the car on the ride there. The warmth and weight of his calloused palm against yours grounded you, helping you beat back any nervousness or unease when going into an unfamiliar town to unravel a mystery. When walking into a police station, Sam’s warm palm would land on your lower back, like a safety net of silent acknowledgement that he was there.

Even during downtime, you found yourself sleepily tracing your fingers over Sam’s hands, memorizing the lines and scars that litter his skin. Sam knew of your self-identified obsession over his hands, but he only smiled at you, allowing you to admire him. He knew you loved him, and the adoration was merely a reminder of that each time he felt your touch.

Dean was confused and almost hostile at your obsession with Sam’s hands at first, until you learned how tactile and touch starved he was as well, and how it had manifested through envy. Sure, one-night stands could satisfy that carnal hunger in your heart, but it did nothing for that soul-deep need for companionship and touch. But of course, Dean would roll his eyes, muttering about how gross the two of you were any time he caught you and Sam in any kind of embrace, but you could see the smile on his face as he turned away; at the end of the day, he was happy for his little brother.  

The first time you were together in bed, Sam was gentle, careful—treating your body like the most delicate piece of silk ever made. His rough voice was in your ear periodically, whispering questions about your comfort and promises of things he’d been wanting to do to you since the two of you met. Now, his whispered rhetorical questions make your cheeks flush and your body quiver, and his eyes always flick back to your face, making sure to check for any signs of distress or discomfort. While you are always open to trying new things, Sam knew your reactions well enough to stop before something became an issue.

Some days Sam’s hands would be rough, grabbing your flesh as he worshipped your body and took what he needed, driving you wild with alternating teasing caresses and rough groping. Sam’s hands were hardened in battle, but the dexterity he showed in the middle of the night while taking you apart could have only been learned by his astute attention to detail, learning every dip and curve of your body and which places made goosebumps appear on your flesh.

At the beginning of your relationship, you would find yourself reaching out for Sam moments before you tumbled over the edge into bliss, longing to feel his calloused fingers slip into the spaces between yours, squeezing tight, the only thing grounding you as your mind soared into the clouds. Now, Sam knew when you were getting close, his knowledge of your body rivalling his knowledge of mythology, and he would slip his hand into yours without prompting, a silent way of him telling you he was there, he’d always be there.

So, when you feel his fingers brush against your own, you automatically open your hand and accept his, knowing that if you ever needed it, Sam would never let go.

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Summary: Research is getting boring, and you have just the thing to remedy it.
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 1641
Warnings: Fluff, smut, bit of dom!Sam, fluff, humor and awkwardness
A/N: I was stuck in a library last week and I found a spot that looked like it was made for quickies. I hid there for a while, and this idea came to me. This was beta’d by @saxxxology and if you want some more porny goodness, you can check out my completed 2019 Kink Bingo masterlist here!

The words on the page in front of you had started to blur almost half an hour ago, but since this public library was the only place in town that had free WiFi, you had no choice but to make yourself comfortable and suck it up. People were dying and you had a confusing mix of clues that only seemed to make your brain hurt the longer you thought about it. Sam, ever the research machine, was across from you, bouncing from his laptop to the textbook and scribbling important information in his notebook every few minutes. 

A quick glance around and you realized you were completely alone, save for the elderly woman at the front desk who was so hard of hearing that you could probably blow an air horn a few inches from her and she wouldn’t her it. The scarf or blanket she was knitting had all of her attention, and you looked back at Sam, an idea swirling around in your mind mixing with the desperate need for a break.

“Hey,” you knocked your foot against Sam’s under the table, “come help me look for this lore book.”

Sam looked up briefly before his eyes shifted back to the book in front of him. “Huh? Why do you need my help?”

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Summary: You head back to the bunker with the boys, but things get complicated when you get some news and an unexpected guest stops by.
Pairing: Eventual Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester, Castiel
Word Count: 2746
Warnings: Angst, language, throwing up
A/N: Things get complicated! I’m really enjoying writing this series. Beta’d by the amazing @saxxxology and if you want to be tagged in this series, please send me an ask!

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Sam’s eyes went wide the moment you told him your father’s name. “What? Why do you guys keep freaking out at everything I say?”

“It’s not… sorry, Y/N,” Sam offered, rubbing his forehead. “Does your dad have any siblings?”

“My dad had a sister named Deb that lives in California, and a brother named Jimmy that lives in Illinois. Why?”

Sam’s eyebrows shot up. “Pontiac?”

“Yeah,” you dragged the word out, raising your voice at the end like it was a question. “How did you know that?”

Dean sighed from the front seat. “Well this just got a lot more complicated.”

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Summary: Sam makes some promises.
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 1234
Warnings: Smut, angst, character death
A/N: Okay, so, this takes care of the Character Death square for @spnkinkbingo and yes, KINK bingo had a death square. I got a little creative with it and I’m just going to say I’m sorry, your emotions are going to be very confused. This was beta’d by @saxxxology and gif made by me. Smut starts almost immediately, so it’s all below the cut.

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Summary: Dean was never the same after he lost you.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader and Sam Winchester mentioned.
Word Count: 475
Warnings: Depressed Dean, character death, angst
A/N: This was for the Daring Drabble Challenge by @trexrambling. I got the theme “Painful” with Dean Winchester.
This is from Dean’s POV and ohhh man this hurt to write. Beta’d by the lovely and now very very sad @queen-of-deans-booty. I’m still new on the fanfic scene so any advice and feedback would be appreciated. Gif made by me. :)

It happened so fast.

By the time the shot had echoed through the trees of the forest, it was already too late. We were all expecting a normal fight with a group of vampires. What we didn’t expect that one of those vampires was an Army trained sniper perched on an outcrop of rocks with a night vision scope, watching us kill his friends.

I can still remember the pain of the bullet when it hit my shoulder. I was lucky, they kept telling me. I moved to swing my machete at one of the other vampires the second he pulled the trigger, causing him to miss his shot. Y/N wasn’t as lucky.

You know the feeling when you’re walking up a flight of stairs and you think there’s one more step, but there’s not? How your foot slams down and you stumble a little? How your heart jumps in your throat and, for a split second, you feel like you might die of shock?

That’s how I felt when I blinked open my eyes and saw her prone form laying on the floor of the forest, blood gushing from her stomach. Sam was able to decapitate the remaining vampires and pull us behind a large tree, but it wasn’t enough. I ignored the pain and crawled toward her as Sam tried to stop the bleeding in my shoulder. She looked so peaceful. Her Y/H/C hair fanned out around her head like a halo. Like an angel. Like my angel.

That was the night I lost her. That was the night I lost my soulmate. Castiel keeps telling me that she’s in heaven and happy, but that only makes it hurt worse when I know I’m not there with her. The bullet wound in my shoulder has healed since then and all I’m left with is twin scars on the front and back of my shoulder. Any time I look at myself in the mirror, they permanently mock me about how I failed her, how I should have done more.

Sammy left months ago, saying he couldn’t watch his brother slowly kill himself. I always blamed him for not trying to help her first, and I guess one too many beer bottles thrown at him pushed him away. If he just tried to stop the bleeding and put some pressure on her stomach…maybe she’d still be alive. Maybe my relationship with my baby brother would still be alive.

But no, Winchesters aren’t allowed to have happy endings. So here I am, alone in a no-star motel in a one stoplight town, running my fingers over the scar on my shoulder. It doesn’t hurt anymore, but I’ve lost hope. I’ve lost myself. All I can do is sit in the dark, drink this whiskey, and hope that one day the pain inside will go away, too.

Summary: Your first official date with Dean as his girlfriend has some unforeseen complications.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester
Word Count: 2671
Warnings: Canon SPN violence, fluff
A/N: This came from a dream I had about having dinner with Dean and how it would probably never end how you expected it to. :) Beta’d by the lovely @queen-of-deans-booty. Gif is mine!

When you started dating Dean Winchester, you expected a lot of things: mood swings, danger, cheeseburgers, and so on. What you never expected was to be sitting on the floor in front of your closet, covered in clothes and almost in tears. You’ve been dating for almost three months now, and tonight was going to be your first official date. Well, first official date if you can find something to wear that isn’t flannel or leather.

You huffed, throwing your leather jacket back on top of the large pile of flannel sitting to your right. A knock on the door made you lean backwards against the side of your bed and close your eyes.

“Yeah?” You responded to the knock.

“Hey, Y/N, it’s Sam. Can I come in?”

“I’m drowning in flannel, Sam. Please come in. I need a rescue,” you smiled as Sam opened and closed the door. He walked over and looked down at your clothing-covered body and chuckled, offering you a hand.

“Come on. Get up. I can help,” he said.

You pouted, but accepted his hand and stood up, pushing all the clothes off of you and onto the floor. “I have nothing to wear, Sam. We’re going to a nice restaurant and I can’t dress like I’m a lumberjack.”

“Calm down, getting upset isn’t going to fix anything. Follow me.” Sam gently pulled your hand toward the door and you followed him out into the hallway and down toward the garage. He pulled a set of keys off the rack near the stairwell and pointed to your Mustang.

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