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Prompt - “I'm a guy who has faked love his entire life, I'm a guy who thought love was just something idiots felt, but this woman has a hold on my heart that I could not break if I wanted to.”

Note - I haven't wrote for spn since 2019 but here we are rewatching it for the first time since it ended, also yes, we're ignoring any and all geographical issues.

The just over six hour journey from Ohio to Tennessee was long and repetitive and you were glad to finally throw yourself down on the uncomfortable mattress, uncaring about the springs poking into your back as you let your eyes fall shut.

You hadn’t had a break since before the last case, a case in Ohio involving skinwalkers which was always stomach churning when you were forced to watch them shift but you’d all dealt with it, a silver bullet to the heart was all it took before Dean’s phone rang. The person on the other end tipped him off about something going down in a town north of Tennessee, not sure exactly what creature was taking young women but it was definitely your type of job.

Whilst Dean drove you and Sam looked into the case. The man on the phone was right, whatever this creature was the victimology was always the same, young women who all seemed to live normal lives. There was nothing suspicious about any of them, nothing out of the ordinary, so why was this creature taking them?

No bodies had ever been recovered either, Sam told you both and you turned your search to the missing persons database. A pattern emerged pretty quickly, for at least three decades young women had been going missing, snatched in broad daylight without a single trace and they were never seen again.

Despite the case though you couldn’t help but smile as you remembered Dean’s hand in yours, him giving you an encouraging squeeze, once then twice, as you read the growing list of disappearing women.

Travelling with the Winchester’s was hard work sometimes and you didn’t mean because of the cases. You were actually pretty well adjusted to the whole supernatural lifestyle, like Sam and Dean you had been raised into this world so anything else seemed different, this was your normal.

You’d first met the Winchester brothers out on a case in California, a tough case involving Daeva. You all worked well together and then went on your separate ways, nothing but their phone numbers came out of that hunt. It was tempting to use one of the phone numbers for something that had nothing to do with needing help on a case but you didn’t give in, Dean Winchester was charmingly smooth and there was definitely an attraction on your behalf but you knew nothing like that worked in your line of work, so you pushed all thoughts of Winchester’s out of your head.

Until five months later when you found them pretty beaten up. You’d been surprised to see them again and hated that one smile from Dean had you blushing like an idiot with their first crush. This case took longer than the previous one, a vengeful ghost who wouldn’t stop after a salt and burn had the three of you stumped as you tried to find out what it had latched on to. It was a good few days before you found a locket and prayed that it was what you needed. Thankfully it was and the three of you made your way back to the motel with a few new bruises.

Sam had smiled at you and told you it was good to see you again before disappearing into the motel room, shutting the door softly behind him leaving you and Dean alone next to the Impala. You remembered Dean’s smile from that day, charming and sweet as he told you how good you’d done, asking if he could maybe take you out for a late dinner. You had smiled back, ready to say yes, ready to push all thoughts of what a bad idea this was out of your head before you were cut off by the ringing of his phone. Dean had given you an apologetic smile before answering it, eyes widening as he listened to the person on the other end of the phone.

You didn’t see him for seven months after that. This time it was you who needed a helping hand and Dean choosing the right moment to appear, just as you started to let yourself give into the fantasy the djinn was feeding you. You blinked into consciousness to see Dean drop a blood stained knife before he stepped over to you. You could still remember how his hands felt cupping your face, rough but soft as he tilted your head, looking for any visible signs of damage, murmuring quiet words of comfort as he cut you down and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, holding you against his chest until you were in the car.

From there you seemed to bump into each other all the time, California, Oklahoma, Texas, Arizona. Eventually you all decided to join forces, you ditching your stolen car and happily riding in the Impala, Dean’s music playing loudly as you got to know him more, laughing at his stories, watching Sam’s cheeks turn red with each one.

It wasn’t shocking to you when the attraction turned into something more. You knew it was bound to happen, being in such close quarters with him everyday but you also knew you could never act on it, firstly because you knew Dean didn’t feel that way about you, how could he? He was Dean Winchester. He didn't do relationships, he did one night stands with any girl he could find. It had taken some time to get used to that, to pushing the ugly feelings down but you were pretty good at it at this point.

“So, we don’t have much to go off,” Sam said, causing you to suppress a groan as you pulled yourself up, rolling your eyes at Dean’s grin as he flopped down on the bed next to you. “Missing girls, no bodies, no witnesses, no crime scene.”

“Is there anything we do know?” Dean asked, raising an eyebrow at Sam who was already setting up at the small table, laptop open and ready to do research.

“I know that I’m starving,” You said, standing up and grabbing Dean’s wallet from where he’d thrown it down. “I’ll get us some food.”

“Better bring me back a burger.” Dean warned you with a glare that was undermined by the smile pulling at his lips. You smiled innocently back at him before heading out of the motel room.

You hadn’t been walking long when suddenly you felt a sharp pain in your stomach that made you freeze, momentarily paralyzed as your body registered the feeling, before you doubled over in agony. You opened your mouth to scream, to yell for help, you didn’t know but all that came out was a gasped breath as your throat tightened. You tried to push through the pain to pull your phone out of your jacket but were stopped at the pain in your head, so sharp that it blinded you, sending you into a world of darkness.

“Shouldn’t she be back by now?” Dean asked as he glanced at the clock, the sound of its constant ticking being one of the few sounds other than the rustling of pages and Sam’s fingers against the keyboard for the past fifty minutes.

“Relax,” Sam said absentmindedly as he skimmed through another article before shaking his head because it didn’t seem right, “she didn’t take the car and the restaurant was probably further away than she thought.”

Dean nodded, his leg bouncing up and down as he looked back at the clock before looking at the door like he could will you to walk through it. He had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach but he tried to shake it away knowing it was probably nothing. He’d always been protective over you, at first he couldn’t explain why, he knew you were more than capable of handling yourself, hell he’d seen you handle yourself more times than he could count. Yet for some reason he was always worried about you going up against whatever being it was that day, even more so when you offered yourself up as bait.

It had taken months for him to realise he liked you, with a little help from Sam who was tired of watching the two of you from the sidelines dancing around each other. Still the revelation had done nothing to change anything, Dean had refused to act upon his feelings, shaking his head at Sam, insisting it would pass. You were too good for him, no way in hell could someone like you like somebody like him.

Dean forced himself to turn down to the pages set out in front of him, skimming through them as he tried to link anything to this case but kept coming up short. He glanced at the clock after twenty more minutes had passed, meaning you’d been gone for over an hour now.

“She should be back.” Dean said, his voice uneven causing Sam to look up at him with wide, worried eyes as he too glanced at the clock before turning back to Dean.

“You don’t think-” Sam began but Dean cut him off with a shake of his head, already standing and clutching the car keys.

“Don’t say it.” He warned as he threw the door open and practically ran over to the Impala, engine on and pulling out of the car park before Sam had closed his door.

Dean drove for ten minutes before he found a diner, knowing that you wouldn’t stray further than you had to. The car was still running as he left it, making his way into the diner with a resounding slam of the door causing the people inside to jump.

“You alright there honey?” The woman behind the counter asked him. Dean didn’t answer, he just pulled his phone out and quickly pulled up one of the many pictures he had of you.

“Has she been in here in the last hour?” He asked desperately, eyes wide and pleading with the woman to tell him she’d seen you, for you to be alright, just lost in town but the woman looked at the picture, her eyebrows knitting together before she shook her head.

“Sorry hun, I haven’t seen her around.” She told Dean softly, a sympathetic smile on her face as she took in the pale face and look of distress.

Dean flew out of the diner and back into the car, looking at Sam who shook his head as he pulled the phone away from his ear for the fourth time, each one going straight to voicemail.

“God damnit!” Dean yelled as he punched the steering wheel causing Sam’s eyes to widen sadly.

“We have to go back to the motel.” He said softly, knowing Dean would hate anything that didn’t seem proactive. Outside of taking Sam, taking you was a pretty dangerous thing for anyone, human or not, to do. It was a death sentence, one that Dean would be more than happy to dish out.

“Back to the mote- Sam are you kidding? She’s out there with that, that thing-” Dean began to rant but Sam cut him off, keeping his tone soft as he spoke.

“Exactly, that thing. We have no idea what has her, no idea how to kill it. We need to be smart, we need to trust that she can handle herself until we can get to her.” Sam could tell that his words had gotten through to Dean, he didn’t like them but he pulled the car out of the parking lot and drove in the direction of the motel, neither of the brothers saying a word as they ran through every scenario of what could be happening to you.

As Sam and Dean desperately began to research back at the motel you were just regaining consciousness, scrunching your eyes shut tightly against the pain in your head. When you finally managed to pry them open the sight around you made you gag, multiple bodies in different stages of decomposition, some recent, some old and some skeletons.

You gagged once more, shoving the sick feeling down and forcing yourself to look around. At your best guess you would say you were underground and there was very little in terms of light sources so you found yourself squinting against the darkness, trying to see anything other than the dead bodies around you.

Fear ran through you, you didn’t know how long you’d been gone for but you prayed it was long enough that Sam and Dean realised you were missing. You knew they’d find you, they had to.

Dean’s gonna find me.

“Ok, ok,” Sam said as he pushed the laptop back, twisting it in Dean’s direction. “This could be it.”

Dean wasn’t looking at the screen though, he had the phone to his ear, desperately hoping another hunter had heard of whatever could have snatched you away from him but he was having no luck. At Sam’s words he cut the call off as the man on the other land was mid word and looked at Sam.

“What is it?” He snapped, sick with fear.

“Ok so It’s called a timor veritatis, it’s a creature that is able to abduct women in the daylight, women who it believes hides a secret. It doesn’t matter how big or little it is, so long as nobody else knows it then the timor veritatis deems it fit enough.” Sam explained as he read through the article, eyes widening as he read ahead causing Dean to glare at him expectantly.

“Fit enough for what?” He snapped again, watching as Sam took a shaky breath before looking up at him.

“Fit enough to feed on.” Sam told him quietly, watching as Dean paled and staggered over to the chair, looking at Sam with wide, scared eyes. “It feeds on her lies.”

Dean nodded as he stared down at the table, thoughts of you running through his mind. The image of what the timor veritatis was doing to you was too vivid, he could see them perfectly and hated that he had let this happen. A town where young women were going missing and Dean had just let you walk out of the motel room alone.

“It’s not your fault.” Sam said, easily reading his brother's thoughts.

“Of course it’s my damn fault, I let her leave! She never should have been out there.” Dean protested, his eyes filled with tears but none fell as he stood up and ran his fingers through his hair. “I let her go out there.”

“Dean,” Sam snapped, causing Dean to look at him, “we don’t have time to waste. Blaming yourself isn’t going to help find her, so sit down and start reading. We need to find out everything we can about this thing.”

Sam’s sharp spoken words were enough to make Dean nod and take a breath, eyes still wet as he sat back down and got started on more research, desperate to get you back no matter what he had to do.

He was going to find you.

You had no idea how long you had been wherever you were but there was no sign of the thing that had taken you. There was no sign of anything. The silence around you was deafening, there was no howling of wind, no sounds of water running, there was nothing but the sounds of your own shaky sobs as you lost touch with the world.

The silence was more terrifying than the thought of whatever had taken you coming back, you wanted it to come back just for proof that the world was still turning outside wherever you were.

Right now it felt like time was moving on but you had been left behind, frozen in place and so disconnected from reality. Hours, days could have passed and you couldn’t tell. There was no light coming through, no cracks for the glow of the moon or the sun to shine through.

“Oh no.” Sam murmured causing Dean’s head to shoot up, his stomach already twisting before Sam could say anything else.

“What?” He asked, not wanting an answer but knowing he needed it.

“It says the timor veritatis keeps its victims alive for six hours.” Sam said and Dean let out a soundless gasp as he calculated just how long you’d been gone for.

“Sam, she’s been gone for three hours.” Dean told him shakily.

“I know,” Sam replied, “she’s ok though, I think she’s going to be ok.”

“You don’t know that!” Dean snapped, feeling anger and guilt and fear running through him.

“It says that the timor veritatis typically leave their victims after capturing them, they hold them for six hours and leave them for four hours.” Sam explained, not taking his eyes off the screen.

“So we have an hour to find her before it starts doing whatever the hell it does to feed on her?” There was no keeping the panic and fear out of Dean’s voice, not as he realised that he was about to lose you.

“Caves!” Sam exclaimed, causing Dean to raise an eyebrow at him, “It typically keeps its victims in caves, preferably in the dark and as quiet as possible.”

“And where the hell do we find a cave?” Dean asked but Sam was already loading up another tab and with a few clicks found what he needed.

“Ok, there’s a national park that has the-” Sam faltered for a second, glancing up at Dean who looked at him expectantly, “It has the longest cave in Tennessee.”

“Seriously?” Dean exclaimed, bringing his fist down against the table.

“Dean, we're a forty minute drive away.” Sam said, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible but he couldn’t stop the tremor in his words. Dean’s eyes clouded with fear as he stared at Sam, feeling like his throat was closing up.

“How do we kill it?” He managed to ask and Sam turned back to the laptop, praying for a miracle. Losing you would kill him, he knew that, so he couldn’t imagine what it would do to Dean.

“The literal translation of timor veritatis is fear of the truth.” Sam explained, pausing to read.

“Fear of the truth, so what, we tell it the truth and it dies?” Dean scoffed but secretly prayed it was that easy. God knew Dean had his fair share of secrets.

“Pretty much,” Sam nodded, “it has to be a truth of a secret held close to the heart.”

“Of course it does,” Dean said with an eye roll but stood up and made his way out of the room again, Sam following close behind.

Tears fell down your face as you prayed for something to happen. You’d spent who knows how long trying to get yourself out of your restrains but they wouldn’t shift and all that work had left you with nothing but spre wrists and exhaustion running through you, mixing with the fear, the dread, every bad feeling seemed to pile on top of you until you were suffocating.

This was so much worse than anything you’d gone up against before, usually the creatures wanted to witness you suffer, tied you up and gloated or just tortured you until you got free or one of the brothers saved you. Never had a creature been so, so human like. The psychological torture was worse, it was so much worse, than any amount of pain anything had inflicted upon you before.

Dean, you begged silently, praying he would hear you, please hurry.

“36 miles of cave, where the hell do we start?” Dean muttered as Sam analysed a map, trying his best to strategize exactly where you’d be.

“Ok so this is the closest entrance to where we were so it’s possible that’s the most likely one it took.” Sam said, hoping his confidence was for good reason.

“I don’t get it man, why travel so far out to take these girls, what is it about this town forty minutes away?” Dean asked as he drove as fast as the Impala would go.

“I don’t know, maybe even with the distance it’s the most convenient place.” Sam shrugged as he sat back in his seat, looking over at Dean. “How you holding up?”

“Don’t ask stupid questions.” Dean said softly, not looking away from the road.

“She likes you too, you know?” Sam said, just as softly as Dean had spoken knowing that it was a risky subject to bring up at the best of times but now…

“She shouldn’t.” Dean answered and Sam took the lack of snapping as a sign he was allowed to continue.

“When has Y/N ever done what she should do?” Sam asked and watched as Dean smiled shakily and nodded. “It could work, you could make it work.”

“She deserves better than me.” Dean told him, nothing but honesty in his voice.

“Deserves better than somebody who would do anything to make sure she was safe, better than somebody who spent two weeks straight awake with her when she couldn’t sleep after the djinn? Better than somebody who makes her laugh so hard she forgets about all the bad stuff? Dean I know you think you don’t deserve her but she thinks you’re everything, she looks at you like you’re the best thing to ever walk the Earth. Trust me, I wouldn’t say it, wouldn't encourage it if I didn’t think you had a shot.” Sam told him, quietly but truthfully.

Dean stayed silent for a long while after that, thoughts running through his head faster than he could keep up with but he eventually nodded and tightened his grip on the steering wheel in determination.

“Let’s find her.”

A single sound echoing from far off in the distance had you freezing against your restraints, the only movement was the steady flow of tears that made their way down your face.

You desperately, desperately prayed it was Dean but you knew you weren’t that lucky, knew it was more than likely the thing that had taken you. You struggled to care though, it felt like you’d been down here for a lifetime, no noise, no light…nothing.

Your eyes squinted in the darkness as you tilted your head, trying to hear another noise but nothing came. Not for a long few minutes and then you heard impossibly loud footsteps that seemed to come from every direction and with two possible entrances you weren’t sure which one it would come through.

Please Dean, I need you right now.

“We’ve got less than ten minutes to find her.” Dean said, panic clear in his voice as he and Sam made their way deeper into the cave, not even knowing if they were anywhere near you.

“We’re gonna find her, Dean.” Sam told him, voice steady and determined because no way was he going to let Dean lose you. He never wanted Dean to know how that felt.

“Sam-” Dean began but he was cut off by Sam holding a hand up to shush him, both of them staring ahead as a scream sounded from far away.

Dean had taken off into a run before Sam could even register the noise properly but he was quick to follow behind, both of the brothers speeding through the cave, trying to stay upright on the uneven flooring.

It felt like they were getting nowhere fast, the walls stayed the same, the route stayed the same but finally, finally Dean rounded a corner and froze causing Sam to run straight into his back.

Sam and Dean watched as the creature, a black slender figure with skeleton-like features, fed on your soul. Dean had to swallow down against the sudden bout of sickness that rose in his throat before he stepped forward, gun raised and fired.

He knew it wouldn’t do much to the creature but it was enough for it to pull away from you, enough for it to let out an ear piercing screech before it turned blood red eyes onto Dean and he couldn’t help but relax at that, anything to keep you safe.

“You made the worst mistake of your pathetic life today,” Dean told the timor veritatis almost casually, watching as the creature took a step towards him, head tilted as it assessed him, teeth bared for him to see. “Taking Y/N, bad choice.”

“Dean,” Sam muttered from somewhere behind him but Dean ignored him, taking a step closer to the creature who snarled at him.

“Fear of the truth, that’s your name huh?” Dean questioned, looking the creature in its eyes, “Well then let me tell you some truths, there is nothing I wouldn’t do for that girl.”

“You lie.” The creature hissed out and Dean couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped him as he looked over to you. Despite looking a bit sickly you looked fine.

“No, I don’t,” Dean told it, “I really don’t lie, you want honesty? I wish that I was lying, there are days when I look at her and I want to hate her so badly, there are days when I want to run away but I don’t.”

Dean could see the creature flinch like it was in pain but his attention was on you and the way your eyes widened as you looked over the creature at him, eyes scared but trusting.

“You know why I don’t? You want the honest to God truth. I love her, I love her more than anything.” The words caused the creature to twist and turn, pain wracking through its entire body but it wasn’t enough, it needed more. “That’s right you ugly son of a bitch, I love her.”

As he spoke Dean kept his eyes locked on yours, wide and honest. He watched as you took a deep breath, looking at him in disbelief, like you were seeing him for the first time but as he spoke he watched a shaky smile form on your face and found the courage to carry on.

“I’m not a guy who says that lightly, I’m a guy who has faked love his entire life, I’m a guy who thought love,” Dean said with a soft scoff, “was just something idiots felt but this woman has a hold on my heart that I could not break even if I wanted to and there have been times when I wanted to.”

By the end of the speech the creature standing between you and Dean was writhing and screaming in pain but neither of you noticed, too busy looking at each other. Dean watched tears pour from your eyes but the wide, almost disbelieving smile on your told him you were ok and he couldn’t help but grin back.

Dean stepped around the remains of the timor veritatis and moved closer to you. He made quick but gentle work of cutting you down from your restraints and you didn’t hesitate to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a messy, tearful kiss that he couldn’t help but smile into for a second before he kissed back, savouring the feeling of your lips finally against his.

“You alright?” Dean asked once the two of you were forced to pull away for air, Dean not going far as he rested his forehead against yours.

“Knew you’d find me.” You told him breathlessly, both from the kiss and the creature.

“Course I would.” Dean scoffed before grinning down at you causing you to smile brightly back at him before you leaned back in to kiss him again.

This kiss was softer, it was sweeter. Both you and Dean moved slowly in sync with one another. One of Dean’s hands came up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing along your cheekbone and the two of you ended up having to pull away from each other when neither of you could help the smiles that pulled at your lips, a soft huff of laughter escaping you as Dean rested his forehead on yours again.

“I love you too, Dean.” You told him softly, finding it was the easiest thing to say and the look of amazement you got in return for it was worth everything that had happened today.

“I’m sorry it took this for me to tell you.” Dean said, a frown pulling at his lips causing you to roll your eyes and lean up to brush your lips together quickly.

“Come on, neither of us was going to say it first, I’m not surprised it took…” Here you trailed off and turned your head slightly to look at the remains of the creature. “Whatever the hell that thing was for us to finally say it.”

“Me too,” Dean laughed because he shouldn’t have been shocked at the turn of events, he should have known that your life in danger would be enough for him to confess. “Come on, let’s get you outta here.”

“Please.” You huffed out, looking around the room and grimacing, glad that Dean had found you before the silence became too much, before the creature had gotten any further than it had with you.

Dean let his hand reach out to gently take yours in his, threading your fingers together and you couldn’t help the smile that stretched across your lips at the feeling.

It was a long walk back to the Impala and you felt like every bit of exhaustion from the day had hit you the moment Dean helped you into the passenger seat.

“You okay?” Dean asked as he sat down in the driver's seat, starting the car as he shot you a look of concern.

“Hm, I’m fine, just tired.” You told him, shifting in your seat until you were comfortable and let your eyes fall shut.

“Get some rest.” Dean murmured as he reversed the car and you couldn’t help but smile as you felt his hand rest on your knee, giving it a soft squeeze before you did as he said, listening to Sam tease Dean before you fell asleep.

“Nice speech.” You could hear the smirk in Sam’s voice but underneath that there was a softness that spoke of his pride.

“Shut up, bitch.” Dean grumbled and you felt him squeeze your knee again.

“Jerk.”

You blinked awake just as the Impala pulled into the parking lot of the motel and rubbed at your eyes before stretching and looking over at Dean who was watching you with a soft smile.

“Come on,” Dean whispered softly, gesturing towards the motel room, “let’s get you to bed.”

You didn’t say anything as you climbed out of the car, wincing at the pain in your arms after having been raised for hours on end. Dean watched you and took your hand again, leading you over to your motel room and pulling you in.

It wasn’t long until he had you tucked in bed and you could feel your eyes pulling shut once more but fought against it as Dean sat on the blanket, managing to open them enough to shoot him a pleading look.

“Stay?” You asked tiredly, watching as Dean’s eyes widened before he shook his head and smiled at you, not wasting any time in moving the blanket and crawling under it. You shifted over so that your head rested on his chest and Dean moved his arms so they were wrapped securely around you, holding you close as he placed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Love you.” You mumbled, finally letting your eyes fall closed again and drifting off into a deep sleep.

“I love you too, Y/N/N,” Dean whispered, feeling weightless now that he wasn’t keeping those words from you anymore and he never intended to let a day go by where he didn’t tell you just how much he loved you.

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Prompt - Help me I’m being hit on at a bar please be my fake boyfriend for a second

They’d barely been in town for forty minutes when Dean suggested they head to the bar in an effort to find out if there was a case here. Sam wasn’t stupid, he knew Dean would spend the night hitting on women whilst he sat alone in a corner, nursing a beer and making his way through news articles about the recent deaths. 

Despite knowing just how the night would go Sam didn’t feel the usual irritation that he normally did, instead he smiled over at Dean and nodded his agreement, watching as Dean grinned before he was patted roughly on the back and following his brother out of the door.

The bar was the same as every other one they had passed through and after a quick glance around Sam made his way into a relatively empty corner of the bar as Dean ordered their drinks. He wasted no time in pulling his laptop and newspapers out of his bag and spreading them out on the table.

“You know, Sammy, it wouldn’t kill you to have fun every once in a while.” Dean told him as he set the drink down next to the laptop.

“No but it might kill somebody else.” Sam shot back, taking a sip of beer before he gestured to the articles on the table. “You ever heard of anything like this before?”

“No never, there’s nothing in dad’s journal?” Dean said, eyes already straying from the papers and locking onto a pair of blondes walking through the door. 

“Not that I remember.” Sam muttered, pulling the journal towards him and flicking through it. 

“How ‘bout you check the journal again and I…” Dean trailed off causing Sam to glance up and roll his eyes, gesturing for Dean to go.

Sam didn’t know how long he had been sitting alone, lost in the repetitive motion of reading through a newspaper article then comparing it to something in the journal before shaking his head when nothing came from it. Despite the noise levels in the bar picking up as time passed Sam was so deeply absorbed in his research that he startled when felt a hand rest on top of his forearm.

One hand reached for his pocket towards his gun as his head snapped up, eyebrows knitting together as he took in the girl in front of him. You were beautiful, there was no doubt about it and Sam couldn’t help but swallow hard around the sudden lump in his throat. 

“Hey, sorry I’m late.” You said to him causing him to shake his head slightly, glancing around the bar before looking back at you in confusion. He could see you looked panicked despite the smile on your face that took his breath away. 

“Are you ok?” Sam asked quietly, keeping his voice low as he smiled over at you, eyes darting around the room again because clearly something had caused you to come over to him.

Sam watched your smile falter for a second before you took a steadying breath and leaned in close, close enough so that he could feel your hair brush against his cheek and he had to fight down the urge to shiver as you whispered in his ear.

“See the guy at the bar, red baseball cap,” You whispered and Sam glanced over as discreetly as he could, spotting the man you were talking about. He was watching you with a gaze that made even Sam feel fearful. “He’s been hitting on me and won’t take no for an answer.” 

When you pulled away you saw the stranger's eyes soften as he looked at you and you couldn’t help but smile, thinking you’d picked the right guy to approach. The guy at the bar had been uncomfortably trying to hit on you for a while, your friend was running late leaving you alone and every time you’d tried to leave he would follow you and brush his hand across your arms making you shiver in disgust.

“Here,” The stranger said, gesturing to the free seat that would have you facing away from the bar and you couldn’t help but relax as the stranger played along, “Please have a seat, let me just move this mess.”

You chuckled as you took in the sight of newspapers sprawled across the small table and the laptop open with another article before taking a seat and raising an eyebrow at the man.

“What is all that stuff? Not many people come here to catch up on the news.” The stranger let out a laugh, running his hand through his hair as he gathered all the papers together and moved them closer to him.

“I’m here on business but my,” Here the stranger paused for a second as if choosing his words before he nodded in the direction of another man. You turned around in time to see a man surrounded by two beautiful blond women doing a shot, “my partner had other plans.”

“Left you with all the work, huh?” You smiled as you turned back to face him.

“He doesn't really have the patience for the research part, he prefers the hands on stuff, you know?” He said and you let out a soft laugh as you nodded along with him.

“So, what research are you doing?” You asked, watching as the stranger seemed to debate how much he could tell you.

“We’re here about the recent murders.” He told you and your eyes widened.

“Wow, that’s not what I expected.” You laughed before taking a sip from your drink, watching as the stranger chuckled nervously. “They’re weird right, I mean no heads or hearts, what kind of monster does something like that?”

What kind of monster indeed, Sam thought to himself but couldn’t help but smile over at you.

“If you could answer that question you would save me a whole lot of work.” Sam said, smiling as he watched you laugh, watching how your eyes crinkled and your nose scrunched, watched as a smile spread across your face and couldn’t help but think how beautiful you looked.

“If only things were that easy, huh?” The stranger laughed and you forced yourself to look away from the dimples that appeared and the way his eyes lit up. “Though if you need any help I work over at the library so if you needed access to any records or anything,”

“That would actually be really helpful, thank you..” The stranger trailed off and you realised that you had yet to introduce yourself to him.

“Sorry, I’m Y/N.” You told him, feeling your cheeks heat up as his lips curved into another smile.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Sam.” Sam, somehow that sounded about right. “Thank you for the offer, Y/N, I might just have to take you up on it.” 

“Anything I can do to help.” You smiled and cursed the butterflies in your stomach that danced around as he smiled back.

Somehow without either of you noticing time passed in a blur of several conversations with the two of you getting to know each other. You feeling comfortable around the stranger despite usually never doing so with others but perhaps there was something about the way his eyes lit up as he spoke or the way his dimples deepened as he laughed at something you said or the way his hands moved around as he talked about his life. 

“Didn’t you say you were meeting a friend?” Sam asked as he glanced over to the laptop and saw how much time had passed. 

“Yeah she should be here by no-” You cut yourself off as you glanced around the room and saw your friend stood at the bar with Sam’s partner and the two blonds from earlier. “Seems she found your friend instead.” You chuckled, glancing back at Sam and seeing him grin in amusement.

“Yeah, Dean’s got a real knack for making friends.” Sam said, causing you to laugh and he felt happiness run through him from drawing the sound out of you. “Refill?” He asked and gestured towards the bar, watching as you nodded before he shoved his things back in his bag and walked over to the bar with you.

“Hey Sammy!” Dean grinned over at his brother, the others around him giggling as he stumbled off the seat. “See you made a friend.” 

“Yeah, seems you’ve had a few too many shots.” Sam said as he steadied his brother who tried to shake him off but stopped as another wave of unsteadiness hit. “You ready to head back?” He asked, looking at Dean with a raised eyebrow, ignoring the girl's protest around him instead choosing to focus on your soft smile. 

“Probably for the best huh, early start and all that.” Dean said, eyes glancing between you and Sam. “But don’t let me ruin your night, Sammy.” 

You giggled softly as Sam rolled his eyes at his partner but couldn’t help but let your eyes linger on the way his cheeks turned pink and he ran a hand through his hair, glancing at you with a sheepish smile as he did.

“Let’s get you back.” He said to Dean, his sheepish smile turning apologetic as he looked at you but you just shook your head, smile in place. Sam’s eyes darted behind you and you watched as his shoulders tensed and his eyes narrowed.

“What is it, Sammy?” His partner seemed to sober up pretty quickly but Sam shook his head as he let his eyes drop back to you. 

“It’s him, isn’t it?” You asked not needing to turn around, not wanting to see the man. 

All the time you had spent sat with Sam, talking and laughing with him, it was easy to forget the reason you had gone over to him in the first place and now you could feel the man's gaze sending a shiver down your spine.

“Can I walk you home?” He asked and you nodded, swallowing around the tightness in your throat. 

“Would you mind?” You asked softly, taking a step closer to him, “My apartment is on the way to the motel so you wouldn’t be going out of your way.”

“I wouldn’t mind either way.” Sam told you and you watched him look over the top of your head and glare at the man who was still watching you with a predatory look, raising an eyebrow at Sam who’s hands curled into a fist before he looked down at your worried expression and forced himself to relax, smiling down at you comfortingly and gesturing towards the door. “You ready?”

You nodded and let Sam lead you out of the bar, Dean trailing behind as he took a moment to scan the bar and caught sight of the man staring after you with a look that had him touching his gun before he followed the two of you out.

“Thank you for helping me out tonight.” You said softly, walking as close to Sam as you could without tripping either of you up. 

Sam looked down at you with wide, sympathetic eyes but there was a soft smile on his face as he spoke and you couldn’t help but relax in his presence.

“You don’t have to thank me,” He told you, his hand brushing against yours causing your cheeks to heat up but the cold chill could also be blamed, “I’m glad I was there.”

“Me too.” You said sincerely, looking up at him with a smile and desperately trying not to get lost in his eyes.

As the two of you walked ahead Dean stayed a few paces behind, unable to keep the grin off his face as he watched his brother let his guard down, cheeks flushed pink and a shy smile on his face as he listened to whatever you were saying. It had been a long time since he had seen this side of Sam and his brother deserved it, after all the hell they’d gone through Sam deserved to be happy.

“This is me.” You said, gesturing to the apartment building to your right causing Sam’s smile to falter as he looked from the building back to you.

“Can I see you again?” He asked, the words leaving his mouth before he could stop himself and you couldn’t help but smile as his eyes widened, clearly not planning on saying that. “I mean, you seem really, you know and I, I-”

“Yes,” You told him, cutting him off with a giggle, “I’d like that.”

“Really?” He asked in surprise before wincing a second later as Dean smacked the back of his head before walking past the two of you causing you to laugh.

“Really,” You smiled, “Here take my phone number.” Sam was quick to pull his cell phone out of his pocket and handed it over to you, watching as you typed your name and number into the phone before handing it back. “You better call me.”

“I promise.” He swore with a wide, disbelieving smile and you couldn’t help but chuckle as you stood on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Goodnight Sam.” You whispered before pulling away.

“Goodnight Y/N.” Sam murmured back, resisting the urge to pull you into his arms and instead watched you slip past him and into the apartment building, turning back to give him a smile before disappearing up the stairs. 

“We could stay.” Dean said after a few moments, startling Sam causing his head to snap around to face Dean. 

“What?” He asked, glancing back to the door before turning to Dean again.

“We could stay.” Dean repeated knowing that if his brother said the word then he’d do everything in his power to make it possible. “Seems like a real great girl.”

“Yeah she does.” Sam said softly, a smile pulling at his lips without meaning to.

“We could stay.” Dean said again and Sam looked at him with wide eyes, searching Dean’s face for something before he shrugged, taking one last glance at the door before he gestured for Dean to follow him back to the motel.

“Maybe we could.” Sam said, voice so soft that Dean barely heard it but he did and he knew that you must have been something else to make such an impact on Sam. 

Sam fell into bed that night, phone clutched in his hand as his thoughts ran through his head too fast for him to make sense of. It was ridiculous, he’d only just met you and here you were already invading his thoughts like you had never not been there. Something about you made him feel things he thought had died long ago with Jessica, feelings he thought he was destined never to feel again.

Maybe they could stay here, maybe they could make it work, maybe you could be the thing Sam needed to feel human, to feel worthy. Maybe you could be the thing he felt like he was missing.

Sam didn’t know and he was too confused to try and make sense of what he was feeling, all he did know for sure was that he was going to call you tomorrow, first chance he got.

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Why can’t I find any good Sam Winchester fics on tumblr? Just let me be in my Sam phase in peace 😩😩

Brooo I’m a complete sucker for the “your married but no one knows” trope

About to get back on my Sam Winchester shit

ok hear me out.

samifer but it's a classic gothic novel with religious elements. maybe even something like dracula (or similar).