Pairing: Sam (early seasons) x Reader
A/N: I’m having insane writer’s block. So this one-shot was definitely a lighter type of writing, nothing like how much time I spent on Serendipity. But if I get my head together tomorrow, there should be another one-shot out during the weekend.
“See you then” I tossed the phone onto the table before banging on the bathroom door.
“We’re going to Ellen’s!” I shouted through the flimsy motel door and heard Dean say something in response. We were passing through the area, and once Ellen found out there were three new voicemails on Dean’s phone.
Maybe Jo could help; it’s a simple salt and burn. And maybe it’d be good for Dean. When he’s with Jo he’s more patient and calm. I know she likes him, and he does too.
I shoved another shirt into my duffel bag.
Sometimes though I’m happy we leave the Roadhouse. Ellen and Jo are safer that way - everyone we, well I, touch dies. And I’m not ready to send the only other family I got to hell.
The ride there was mostly silent, except Dean kept switching out the tapes.
“Sammy, pass me the box” he reached towards my side and I shoved the cardboard box into his arms.
“Touchy” Dean muttered and tossed the Zeppelin tape into the box and fumbled around until he found the Metallica one. I rolled my eyes and opened my book, falling deeper into the leather seat.
The sun beat down hard against your back, only covered in a baggy t-shirt. Your face and arms were coated in grease and sweat, and you tried one more time to start the engine before returning to your work under the hood.
“Here” Jo opened the cooler and tossed you a beer.
“Thanks” you said, gulping the cold drink down.
“I don’t know much about cars, sorry I can’t help” she said and you laughed.
“Neither do I, but I’ll fix this damn thing if it’s the last thing I do” you said and she nodded, walking back inside the Roadhouse.
You only hunted as much as Jo did, which meant rarely. Somehow though, you always found yourself back at the bar, helping out with whatever you could. Jo had been an old friend of yours, but hunting got the best of both of you.
No parents, except Ellen, who seemed to mother you also.
“Y/N” her voice rang, “Get in here!” she shouted and you exhaled, wiping a greasy arm on your forehead.
You had to blink a few times to finally see indoors after the bright sun outside.
“Yeah?” you asked, grabbing a towel from one of the chairs.
“These are the hunters I’ve been telling you about” she said and you looked up, finally noticing two men, the taller one awkwardly waving.
“I’m Y/N” you stook out a hand then placed it back at your side, realizing how dirty it was.
“This is my brother Sam, I’m Dean” the green eyed man said. “What are you working on?” he walked in front of you and you followed.
“My car won’t start” you said and he began to take a look at it. “If you could f-”
“Give me thirty minutes and a beer” he said and you nodded, half running back into the bar. You hardly had any time to ask Jo before you saw her walking outside, towards Dean.
“Oh, are they like- a thing?” you asked, lazily pointing towards the door she walked out of. Sam raised a brow and smiled, his dimples went deep into his cheeks. “It’s complicated” he said.
“Ah” you smiled, “How about a beer? On me”.
“Perfect” Sam said and dropped a bag onto the table. While you grabbed the drinks you watched him slide out a laptop and open it, typing furiously.
“Here” he moved it towards you, “Thanks” Sam grabbed the beer.
You sat on the chair, skimming through the information Sam compiled about the spirit. He watched you, while you read. Sam saw how you began to subconsciously tap on the table, creating a soft rhythm. And how your hair constantly got into your eyes - he wanted to move it. But each time you’d tuck the hair behind your ear yourself, and continue reading.
“How’s it going” Ellen came up behind both of you, placing a hand on each of your shoulders.
“Good” Sam began.
“I think I’ll join them” you said, looking up at both of them.
“Are you sure? I mean it’s just a salt and burn- it’s nothing-”
“I’m coming” you said. “It’s been awhile since I hunted, I need the practice” you said and Sam nodded, looking up at Ellen for approval.
“Get packin’” she said and took your beer, taking the last of it for herself. You smiled and passed the laptop back to Sam. You walked outside to see Jo helping Dean out with the car, passing him his tools and making small conversation.
“You wanna come?” you said loudly, so she’d hear.
“I’ll stay here” she said and you nodded, then looked at Dean.
“You and Sammy are going?” he asked.
“Yeah, it’s easy. You can stay back if you want” and saw Jo’s lips twitch upwards.
“Yeah, alright” he passed a rag between his hands, dirtying it. You retreated into Jo’s room and grabbed your duffel.
“Where’s Dean?” Sam asked when you came back towards the bar. He was sitting with Ash, who was working on some weird gadget.
“He said he’ll stay back, I’ll fill in” you said and Sam shrugged. He grabbed Dean’s jacket off the chair, grabbing his car keys before going back outside.
“Dean will kill me for driving his car” he said and you laughed, “I’m serious” Sam turned to you, making you smile even wider.
You leaned back in the seat, watching out Sam’s window. When he thought you weren’t looking, he’d steal glances your way.
“How do you know Ellen?” he asked while making a right.
“I’m an old friend of Jo’s and Ellen practically raised me, so I find myself there a lot” you said. The day was darkening into a peaceful evening - pink and orange strokes painted the sky, and you couldn’t help but find yourself not wanting to hunt, but instead pull over and watch the stars.
“What?” he asked moments later, a hint of a smile playing a devious game on his face.
“Hmm?” you didn’t realize how long it’d been since you spoken.
“Something wrong?” he sounded genuinely concerned. It was rare to meet hunters like Sam. You looked at him and saw a glint of hope in his eyes, and you found hope in it too.
“No. It’s just beautiful” you said, “See up there? The stars are making a giant star”
“Or maybe just a devils trap” Sam said and you laughed.
You reached for the music control, turning the knob until you finally settled. Falling asleep became a harder task than it usually was, and the night chill was settling inside the Impala.
You wrapped your arms around yourself and leaned your head against the window, stretching your legs out.
Sam began to drive slower, avoiding as many potholes as he could. He didn’t even realize he was doing it until he shrugged off his jacket at the gas stop, and placed it over you. In your sleep you pulled it up and he smiled when you nuzzled into it and let out a deep breath.
Sam paid, and got back into the car in time to pick up Dean’s call.
“Almost” Sam whispered, looking over to you.
“What’s wrong?” Dean asked.
“What? Nothing” Sam hissed into the phone, “We’re not too far. I’ll call you when the hunts over”
“Alright, see you then” Dean said and Sam heard the tone ring before shutting it off. He pressed down the pedal, speeding off towards the spirit house.
It wasn’t much longer when you woke up, feeling a weight on you. You blinked your eyes open, pulling Sam’s jacket up higher.
“Thanks” you whispered. He looked over and smiled.
“We’ll be there in five minutes I think”
“Alright” you said and stretched your arms as far as they could go without hitting Sam. “I’m keeping this though” you said, and slipped it on, letting the warmth encapsulate you. Sam chuckled and pulled into a small development of abandoned houses.
“Creepy” you muttered, grabbing your duffel from the backseat.
“Yeah” he said, letting his hands hit his sides once he got out of the car. “You got the salt rounds” he began but his voice faded away when he took your gun, checking for himself.
“Sam, I got it” you said, sticking your hand out for your gun.
“Sorry, just wanted to make sure” he said and gave you these puppy dog eyes that made you melt inside.
“Thanks” you said and clicked the safety off. “Now let’s go” you followed Sam towards the house. He took a lighter out of his pocket and signaled it towards the backyard, where the bones were.
“Who buries people in their backyard?” you exclaimed and he placed a strong hand over your mouth. Your eyes went wide at the motion and you smiled, both of you stifling your laughs.
“I’ll go upstairs, try and dig quickly” you said and opened the door, listening to it creak open. It was as if the ghost knew you were there - because there she was - her dirty clothing hanging off her body and her wiry hands flying towards you.
You let out two rounds in her before moving further into the house, buying Sam time.
“Sam! Faster!” you shouted out one of the broken windows.
“I’m trying!” he shouted, and you heard the comforting breaking of wood.
“Get out of my house!” the ghosts shrill voice pierced your ears and you hardly had time to react.
“Damnit” you exclaimed, letting out another round. She disappeared before it hit her, and you felt her presence behind you. Quickly you turned around, but her hands were wrapped tight around your neck.
“Sam!” you croaked, but you doubted he heard. “Please!” you cried, hoping he’d drop the lighter any second now. You forced a hand up, but your vision was turning black at the ends.
“You. Bitch” you spat with the last of your energy before a bright light shone in your eyes. She went up in flames, screaming and clawing the entire time.
“Y/N” Sams voice came from downstairs, “Y/N!” he shouted louder.
“I’m here” you hardly said, rubbing a hand on your bruised neck. “Nice timing” he grabbed your hand and nodded.
“Are you alright, let me see” he began to fuss around you.
“Sam, I’m fine just-” you tried swatting his hands away, “ugh” you said and let him look. You craned your neck to the side and let him run his fingers along your neck.
“It’s bruising” he said, almost to himself.
“Yeah, no kidding” you said, but still didn’t push him away.
“I should’ve dug faster, I just didn’t think that-”
“It’s fine, I’m fine. We’re both fine” you grabbed his hands and squeezed them in yours. “Now go call your brother, let him know”.
He nodded and walked in front of you, constantly looking back as if you wouldn’t follow him. You wrapped his jacket tight around you in the night wind that hit you in strong gusts.
“Hey” you heard Sam say into the phone once you sat inside.
“Yeah, no were good”
“Dean, no- I- the spirits gone”
Pause. Sam looked over at you and made a funny face. You bit your tongue not to laugh so Dean would hear.
“We’re two hours away. See you in the morning” Sam finally hung up and you let out the laugh you’d been holding it.
“What? This is funny?” he said, turning and sticking his tongue out.
“A little” you said, before mimicking his face. He finally smiled and you eased into your seat. Music filled the car once he turned on the engine, and you turned on your side, facing Sam.
“Try to sleep” he tried to cover your face with his hand while still looking at the road. You squirmed under his touch, giggling like a child.
“Move your hand!” you exclaimed, laughing while he palmed your face. “Or I’ll lick you” you threatened but he still didn’t move. So you did.
“Oh- really- that’s sick” he wiped his hand on his shirt and you laughed.
“Victory!” you raised your hands as high as the car allowed and settling back into the seat. It wasn’t long until the car lulled you to sleep once more. Sam lowered the music and heard your deep breathing as he drove. It was comforting; you’d survived another hunt. By the time Sam rolled the car into Ellen’s parking lot, it was near five in the morning.
“Y/N” he placed a hand on your shoulder, but you hardly budged. He sighed and looped an arm around you, and one under your legs, carrying you into the Roadhouse.
“I got a present for you” he said when he saw Ellen was still awake.
“Lay her down there” she pointed to the pool table and Sam turned quizzically toward her. “Oh it’s only temporary” Ellen said and Sam laid you down carefully, turning your neck so it wouldn’t hurt in the morning.
“Don’t you go hurting her” Ellen passed Sam a beer.
“I can see the way you’re look at her. And boy if you even make her frown I’ll kick your ass” she threatened and Sam couldn’t help but chuckle, before raising his hands up in surrender.
Ellen shut her laptop and retreated into her room, leaving Sam to sit alone at a table, nursing his beer. He heard something drop behind him and turned around quickly, raising his gun.
“It’s just me” you said sleepily, looking over at the pool pocket you accidently hit a ball into.
“Sorry” Sam said and you rubbed your eyes, walking towards him.
“So that’s it? You’ll be gone in the morning” you said matter-of-factly.
“Well, I don’t know. It all kinda depends on Dean” he said and you nodded understandingly but really, you didn’t get it.
“Thanks for the hunt, I really needed it” you finally said.
“I just wish you didn’t get bruised from it” he said, looking at your neck.
“How about you make it up to me by staying one more day? And I bet Jo would love Dean’s company” you said.
“Well there’s no denying that” Sam said, taking another swig of his beer.
“Then it’s settled. See you in the morning” you said and walked past Sam and towards your room.
“I hope so” Sam whispered, watching you walk away. He drank down the last of his drink, and fell asleep not soon after. It hadn’t been this easy to fall asleep in months, but knowing the faster he did, the faster he’d get to see you in the morning. So Sam shut his eyes tight, and pictured how tomorrow would go.