It's Been a Long Time

Prompt: I received a prompt ages ago and finally finished it: Can you write the one thats like younger Sam (college age) has to go undercover at Y/N’s college and he stays at Y/N’s apartment (being best friends and acting like a couple but neither have confessed their feelings for each other) but the reader’s friends only thought Sam and Dean were fictional characters and get confused about the readers private hunter relationship with them.

 Author: Em

 Word count: 2004

 Characters: Sam x Reader

 Gender: Either, (I tried to make it as neutral as possible)

 Warnings: None that I can think of

Notes: I got this a while ago and have been working on it for ages. I got really busy with school stuff so that’s why it took so long. I hope I got it right!

Sam had called Y/N a few days ago asking if he and Dean could come over for a few days while they worked on a hunt. They arrived late in the afternoon on a Wednesday and set up their research space in the living room of Y/N’s apartment. Y/N had gotten the spare room ready and set up an air mattress for whoever didn’t get the bed in the spare room. The boys were currently sitting down on the couch, arguing about what to get for dinner. “I know a great burger joint downtown that also serves great salads and organic soups.” Y/N suggested. Sam looked at Dean who shrugged. “Sure! Sounds great!” Dean said as he grabbed his jacket and keys. Sam stood up as well, “Thanks for letting us crash here Y/N/N.” Sam said as he gave Y/N a hug. “No problem Sam, you guys are always welcome here!” And with that they were off to the diner.

Once they arrived to the diner they all crammed into a corner booth, waiting for the waitress. As they waited Y/N saw a few friends sitting at the counter. They waived and smiled and Y/N waived back. “Who’s that?” Dean asked as he perused the menu. “Just some friends from school.” Y/N stated and picked up a menu. The waitress soon came over and they all ordered. The night was filled with reminiscing of the days when they would play together as children while the adults went hunting. Y/N hadn’t seen the boys since Sam had that fallout with John. It was good to see him again, to see that smile on his face. It always made Y/N happy to see the boys smile and joke around, especially Sam. Y/N had known that Sam hadn’t been happy with the life of a hunter ever since they were young teenagers. Y/N was happy when Dean had called and said Sam had left for school. Sam had finally gotten out of the life and was making himself a new one. Unfortunately, one cannot always escape the life of a hunter forever.

Finally the food came and they all dug in. After dinner they all returned to Y/N’s for a good night’s rest. Y/N had to wake up early the next day for class, which meant that the boys had the apartment to themselves.

Y/N had classes until two o’clock in the afternoon, which meant that it was lunchtime and time to go back to the apartment and see how far the boys had gotten in the case. Opening the apartment door, Y/N saw papers and books strewn across the coffee table and Sam was sitting on the couch reading some article on his laptop. Dean was nowhere to be seen. “Anything useful yet? What are you guys hunting anyway?” Y/N asked, setting down some textbooks on the kitchen table and coming into the living room. “We think there is a fraternity here on campus that’s being haunted by a ghost. Some kid got the life literally scared out of him a few weeks ago while moving back into the fraternity house. Not much to go on so far. Just looking into the history of the fraternity.” Sam explained. “Oh, yeah. I heard about that poor guy.” Y/N said, taking a seat next to Sam. The couch dipped a little, causing both of them to sink in towards the middle. Y/N noticed how close they now were. Never having been this close to Sam since they were kids, Y/N blushed a little. “You know, they are having rush activities all week on campus for the sororities and fraternities. It might be a great opportunity to sneak into the fraternity house and do a little digging.” Y/N suggested, breaking the silence. “That’s actually a great idea!” Sam smiled; looking at Y/N. Y/N blushed even more at the sight of Sam’s smile. He had a gorgeous smile and beautiful eyes. Sam got off the couch and called Dean and told him the plan.

A few hours later all three of them had driven to campus and were now caught in the large crowd of frosh week. Music was blaring from speakers somewhere and people were laughing and talking. There were a few booths for the sororities and fraternities set up around the center of campus. “All right, Dean and I will head over to the house. We’ll call you if we need backup. Ok?” Sam asked, placing a hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “Y-yeah, sounds good!” Y/N replied. Sam and Dean made their way through the crowd and eventually disappeared. It was long before Y/N ran into one of the friends from the dinner. “Hey Y/N! Didn’t think I would see you at frosh week! How’s it going?” Sasha asked, pushing her way past a few freshmen. “Good! I’m here with some friends, I was showing them around.” Y/N lied. “Oh yeah, those cute guys from the dinner? You seemed pretty chummy with the tall one.” Sasha winked. “Oh, uh… Yeah, we’re just friends.” Y/N blushed and waved off Sasha’s comment. “Didn’t seem that way to me. The way you looked at him and laughed at everything he said. Plus that blush on your face speaks for itself.” She giggled. “So what are their names?” She asked, slinging her arm around Y/N’s shoulder. “Uh, Sam and Dean. Winchester.” Y/N replied, not thinking. “Aren’t those the names of those guys from the series of books that Katy loves so much?” Sasha exclaimed. “Ha, yeah. Must be a coincidence…” Y/N replied. “Weird coincidence if you ask me.” Sasha joked. “Uh, yeah. It was nice talking to you Sasha but I should really go find Sam and Dean.” Y/N shrugged out of Sasha’s hold and disappeared through the crowd. “That was close.” Y/N murmured.

Y/N walked towards the fraternity house; there was music blaring through its open windows. The stench of alcohol could be smelled a mile away. This was definitely not where Y/N wanted to be right now, around drunken frat boys. Y/N stood outside the house waiting for Sam and Dean to come out, not wanting to go searching for them in that loud, drunken mess of a house. Soon enough the boys came walking out the front door. “Well, there is definitely a ghost.” Sam stated as he reached Y/N. “Yeah, we found out from one of the older frat guys that apparently way back in the day a freshman died during an initiation ritual. Or at least, that’s the rumor.” Dean explained, talking a sip of beer he had taken from the house. “So why would this kid be haunting frat boys?” Y/N asked.

A few hours of research later and they had their answer. Andrew Landon was an eighteen-year-old freshman that had apparently disappeared fifty years ago from the frat house. No one had ever found a body and no one had ever heard from him again. They came to the conclusion that the fraternity must have covered up the death and buried the body somewhere no one would look. The question now was why would Andrew be haunting the house now of all the years he had been dead?

“ So get this.” Sam said, pulling up a news article from the past year. “The fraternity house was renovated last year. This must have woken him up. Disturbing the resting place could be why his ghost would suddenly wake up after all these years.” Sam explained. “Which part of the house did they renovate exactly?” Dean asked over a bite of burger. “They renovated the entire first floor, second floor, and the attic. But they also cut down a tree in the back yard. If the body had been hidden in the house, someone would have found it. But if it had been buried under the tree…” Sam explained, excited about the new information. “The resting place was disturbed!” Y/N jumped up in excitement. “I guess it’s time for a salt n’ burn.” Dean sighed, finishing his burger.

Y/N was put on look out duty while Sam and Dean searched the house. Fortunately, most of the fraternity members were gone to some other party that night. It was chilly out and the various sounds of music and partygoers could be heard across the campus. Y/N could hear the boys rooting around the house every so often.

It had been about an hour since the boys had entered the house. The wind was getting colder and harsher. Y/N stood at the fence of the house, getting antsy. Finally, a loud crashing noise could be heard from within the house. Y/N whirled around to face the house. The lights were off but the house was slightly illuminated from the boys’ flashlights. Y/N could hear Dean swear loudly from somewhere in the house. Y/N wonder if they needed any help but decided against it. If one of the fraternity brothers came back early, someone would need to distract him. 

Another half hour later and the boys came out of the house. They looked a little banged up but mostly fine. “So where was the body” Y/N asked as they approached. “He was buried in one of the walls.” Dean scoffed as he hoisted his duffel over his shoulder. “That’s… really screwed up.” Y/N responded, face scrunching in disgust. “Yeah. Well, at least Andrew can finally rest in peace.” Sam said, sympathy evident in his voice. “Well those frat guys will get a nasty surprise when they get back.” Y/N chimed in, referring to the giant hole the boys must have left in the wall.

The boys packed the car the next day. There was no reason for them to hand around any longer. As Dean brought their things to the car, Y/N and Sam were left sitting on the couch. “So…” Sam trailed off, looking at his hands. “It was nice to see you guys again. I guess I probably won’t be seeing you in a while.” Y/N filled the silence. “Yeah, um thanks again for letting us crash here. It was definitely better than a motel.” Sam chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. Y/N realized it was either now or later, it was time to confess. “Sam, I really enjoyed working with you again. I had a lot of fun. I just wish we could do it more often.” Y/N looked into Sam’s eyes, blushing as the words came out. A red tinge dusted Sam’s face as well. “Yeah, maybe I could give you a call some time. In case we need an extra hand. Or you know, just to chat.” Sam smiled. “I would really like that Sam. Or maybe we could go for coffee some time.” Y/N smiled back, the blush more evident. They had not notice that Dean had entered the room during their conversation. “Oh would you two just get on with it! It’s like watching two kids on the playground.” Dean exclaimed from the doorway. “Dean!” Sam warned, glaring at his brother. “I’m just saying, you obviously both like each other. So go for it!” Dean threw up his arms, heading back out to the car. “Well, that wasn’t how I wanted this to go.” Y/N sighed. “He is right though, at least I hope he is.” Sam was giving Y/N his best puppy dog eyes. “It is. In fact, I have liked you for a really long time Sam.” Y/N avoided his gaze, focusing on the upholstery of the couch. “That’s great Y/N! Maybe we could even make things work. I mean, I could always get away for a while and visit you. You could even come on hunts with us when you’re not busy with school!” Sam exclaimed. “That sounds great Sam.” Y/N smiled. Dean honked the horn, letting Sam know he was ready to leave. “I guess I’ll call you later.” Sam smiled as he hugged Y/N and grabbed his coat.  It was going to be tough, but it could be the beginning of something special. 

“Well that was a bust.” Sam and Dean walked out of the police station. “What now?”

Sam shrugged reaching the impala and surveying the street. “I could check out the library, see what they have on local legends.”

“Sounds good, let me know if you find anything.”

Taking the laptop bag sitting in the backseat Sam went a few blocks over towards the public library. There was an entire section on the town and almost no one in the building which meant he could leave his computer out without worrying it would be stolen.

But, because there was no one else around and no noises meaning someone else had arrived Sam didn’t think to look where he was walking until running into another person.

“I’m so sorry.” He said looking down to you on the floor picking up the books you had dropped. “Here, let me help.”

Your breath caught as you saw him properly for the first time, his jaw was strong with a day’s worth of stubble sitting on his chin, hazel eyes looked kind, and that smile….he was probably the most attractive person you had ever seen in your entire life. “I’m sorry I ran into you.”

All of your books were piled into his long arms. “It’s my fault, I thought no one else was here so I wasn’t paying attention.” He looked at the title of the top book. “You’re reading about the Harper Building?”

“It’s one of the oldest buildings in town, I’m writing a paper on it.” There was a look, almost like admiration of a sort. “I’m Y/N by the way.”

“Sam. Why don’t you share my table? I’d like to hear more about the paper you’re writing.”

You smiled adjusting the backpack straps. “Yeah, sure.”

Opening the book you started pointing out the irregularities of the ancient building compared to others like it, the past owners, rumors about it, and ghost stories. Sam hung on every word even moving his chair closer to see better but only succeeding in making your heart pound harder.

When Sam’s phone went off he sent a quick text in response before smiling. “Do you have any plans tonight?”

“Oh, uh no I don’t.”

“How’d you like to get dinner with me?”

No one would believe that you went to the library to write about a boring building and left with a date. “I’d like that.” The two of you packed up and left the library together, Sam stood right out front as if waiting for someone to show up. “Here’s my number and address, pick me up at seven.”

A rumbling engine caught your attention as a black car pulled up the curb. “Sammy let’s get a move on.”

“Sorry,” He said laughing awkwardly. “My brother Dean.”

“Are your parents part angel or something? There’s no other explanation….”

“For what?”

“For why both of you look so gorgeous.” That seemed like the best exit line you could ever give, so turning away you walked towards the parking lot for your car enjoying the feeling of Sam watching you walk away. “Wear the suit tonight!” You yelled back to him.

The man could really rock a suit.

“Great.” The entire day had been one giant fuck up after another. First you spilled your boss’ coffee all over his receptionist, then lost an entire stack of papers needed for a meeting, and now your car was broken down with smoke coming out of the hood.

There wasn’t much you knew about cars but still you got out and opened the hood to keep it from getting worse. But, one of the downsides to living in a small town was that there were no highways and the cell reception was terrible. Since pulling off to the side of the road, a total of zero cars had driven by to help.

An hour and a half later there was finally a rumble of an engine coming down the road. Jumping out of the seat you stood right at the edge of the road waiting for the car to come into view and wave them down. When the black car made the turn you could see that the driver was already slowing down and had never been more thankful. But when he got out of the car you thanked the universe a little more.

“Need some help?”

“Yes, please.”

The stunning stranger went to work grabbing a tool box out of the trunk of his own car and pulling a flashlight out for you. “Give me some light?” You did your job well watching as he tinkered around under the hood of your car letting impure thoughts roam to what it would be like letting him work under your hood. Suddenly you realized he was smiling up at you.

“Sorry, what?”

“I asked if you could shine that over here a little.” Even in the dark you could feel the heat rising up your cheeks. “Looks like you’re going to need a new hose here. I have a spare at home, if you’d like we can go get it and then fix this all up tomorrow when it’s light out.”

“What would I owe you?” Jesus, this sounds like the start to a bad porno.

The man shrugged with a half smile. “Dinner.”

Yup, definitely a porno. Well...hopefully. “Sure. Do you mind...would it be alright if you drove me home?”

“I wouldn’t think of leaving you out here alone.” Starting towards the car the man turned around. “I’m Dean by the way.”

“(Y/N).”

The day had started out terribly, but it certainly looked like it would end much better.

To the anon that asked about smut. Yes we do smut. I personally don't write it and I'm not sure about the other admins. If you would like you can check out our authors page we have a few authors who write smut who might be willing to take on your request.

A little update.

Okay so as you have most likely noticed, we haven't been posting anything these last few days. Most of that comes from the fact that I have been laid up in bed/too drugged up to do anything because of my surgery I had this past Tuesday. But I am starting to feel a bit better so things may return to normal soon. I just wanted to let you folks know that we haven't forgotten about you. Anyway, I hope your holidays were great and that your new year is even better. :) ~Admin Rebecca

Merry Christmas

For us admins to you we wish that you have a happy and safe Christmas.

“GET UP! GET UP! GET UP!” Christmas was the best holiday of the year, no contest, and it was your mission to make the Winchesters as excited as you were. “DEAN GET UP IT’S CHRISTMAS!”

“Do you even know what time it is?” Dean was completely encompassed in the blankets trying to drown out the sound of you yelling at him. “I don’t think Santa has even made the rounds yet Y/N go back to bed.”

Sitting on the giant lump you started poking. “Sam is making coffee and breakfast, pancakes actually, and there are a pile of gifts under the tree in the map room so get a move on Winchester it’s Christmas!”

He groaned and threw the covers back, you thought that meant you won and he was getting up, instead you were met with one strong arm pulling you down onto the mattress. “What are you wearing right now?”

The footy pajamas were bright red with colored stitching in the shape of lights all around it, there was even a hood with antlers to complete what you called the Reindeer Romper. “My Christmas pj’s.”

“You’re older than me!” Dean was amazed that sometimes you could act like a complete child.

“So? There’s no age limit for Christmas Dean, and right now you’re working up to getting a Grinch costume for next year.” Letting his grip slack you got off of the bed taking the comforter with you trailing behind you. Getting to the door you looked back to see Dean glaring at you and in response pulled your hood up to show the antlers in their full glory. “GET UP!”

Breakfast was ready by the time you got out to the kitchen refusing to answer any of Sam’s questions about the blanket. Knowing that he would be easier to wake up you had gone to the younger Winchester first, it had been just as easy as anticipated and you were happy to see that he was wearing the Christmas sweater you had laid out for him.

Dean finally emerged from the hallway still bleary eyed and grumpy. Seeing the two of you sitting at the table decked out in holiday clothes only made him roll his eyes which only turned into a deep sigh when Sam held out a matching sweater for him. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“It’s Christmas Dean,” Sam’s calm tone cut through. “We never really got to celebrate like this and Y/N is happy, let’s just enjoy the day.”

He pulled the sweater over his head and sat at the table. “These better not be some weird pancakes filled with healthy crap.”

Eating as quickly as you could the three of you moved to the corner of the room and sat around the tree which was lit up brilliantly with the six string of lights you had found and anything that could have been turned into an ornament. “Oh, Castieeeeelllllllll.” The angel popped into view with a confused look on his face and was met with a sweater of his own.

“Where did you find all these ugly sweaters?”

Handing him the first present you smiled at Dean. “It’s a gift.”

The morning went on as the four of you sat with each other opening gifts and enjoying each others company, as the sun came up you felt the excitement wear off and turn into exhaustion. Sam carried you over to the couch and covered you with Dean’s stolen comforter.

Standing behind the couch and watching as your breathing evened out, the Winchesters sipped their coffee. “Best Christmas ever.”