Pairing: Sam x Reader
Warnings: None; read how they met here if you want; “y/f/n” means “your full name.”
Word Count: 1431
Request: “Song fic request?! How about a SamxReader to Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran ❤” - by moxtiel
Sam Winchester was completely and undeniably in love with you.
He was in love with every aspect of you; from the way your smile lit up your face to the way you hummed your favorite songs when you thought nobody was listening.
He was in love with how you cracked corny jokes during the worst of times just to make him laugh. He was in love with how you always managed to get him to let his guard down.
How he felt safe while vulnerable around you because you always did the best you could to help him, even if it was just sitting with him in silence.
How you were willing to debate with him just for fun.
How your fingers intertwined perfectly with his.
How your laugh sounded at midnight when both of you were exhausted but unwilling to go to sleep.
He couldn’t pinpoint exactly when he had fallen in love with you. All he knew was that it was a collection of unforgettable moments staggering over the last three years that resulted in admiration and adoration. Not long after meeting you became the main source of joy in Sam’s heart, just as he became the joy in yours. With you, he was in a state of euphoria. He wanted to protect you from the world and all the monsters in it, even if he was well aware that you could protect yourself. It was this sense of commitment that led him to believe against hope that just maybe the both of you would live to grow old together.
That’s why he knew he was making the right decision.
You strode into the bunker’s library and over to where Dean was seated, studying a lore book. “Hey, have you seen Sam anywhere?”
“Not since this morning,” Dean answered, looking up at you. “Why?”
“He’s just been gone all day,” you shrugged casually. The truth was that you were worried; you hadn’t seen Sam all day and he almost never went without so much as hello. “It’s unusual.”
“Yeah, well, you know Sammy. I wouldn’t worry too much. He’s probably just off trying to set something up or find a case or something. Have you tried texting him?”
“No, but I guess I should’ve,” you chuckled. Of course you should’ve just texted him first. You pulled out your phone as you made your way back to the door of the library. “Thanks, Dean.”
“No problem, kiddo,” he called out as you stepped out into the hallway. You sent a quick text to Sam, certain that he was really just off researching.
Haven’t seen you all day. You OK?
It was only seconds that that your phone was buzzing in your hand and a reply was flashing on the screen.
Great. Meet me up on the roof.
The reply was vague but your curiosity prompted you towards the roof. You navigated through the bunker until you reached the stairway to the roof. You climbed the stairs while pondering why in the world he was up there - that is, until you reached the top and pushed the door open.
What you saw was nothing like what you expected.
Sam was standing next to a white-cloth covered table, two plates of food sitting on either side with candles between them. The candles flickered beautifully against the sunset in the background. More candles lined the edge of the rooftop. It was the perfect, cliche rooftop date setup. The entire scene was incredible.
And there Sam was, standing in a full suit, gazing at you with an unabashed grin as he waited for you to speak.
You approached Sam with a smile. “What is all this?”
“Well, I thought maybe we should have a date,” he explained as he pulled out your chair for you. You sat down as he did the same with a murmured ‘thank you.’ You couldn’t help but notice just how proud he looked, like a child who at aced an important test. “You know, between hunts and all the travelling that we do, we don’t get much time for just us. And tonight, I want to change that.”
“That’s sweet, Sam, and a really good idea. Thank you.”
“So do you like everything?” He asked.
“Of course. Everything looks beautiful. And, well, you look extra handsome in that suit,” you grinned.
“You look pretty beautiful yourself,” he replied in admiration.
You laughed as a blush painted your cheeks. “So did you set everything up yourself?”
“More or less,” he shrugged nonchalantly. “Although I did have some help carrying everything up here, courtesy of Dean.”
“I’ll have to thank Dean later then,” you teased. You picked up your fork and twirled some spaghetti with it. You took a bite, surprised by how good it tasted. When you finished the bite you asked, “did you make this is?”
“Yeah, that I actually made on my own” he answered modestly. “It was a family recipe.”
“It’s so good,” you complimented. “You really ought to cook more.”
“Thank you,” he chuckled. “Maybe I will.”
Sam and you fell into a companionable silence, both slowly working your ways through your meals. It was tranquil and relaxing; much different from the busy, grim activities of your daily lives. You liked the change.
“Do you remember how we met?” Sam asked, after both of you had finished eating.
“Of course,” you replied with a small laugh. “Three years ago in a graveyard. How could I forget?”
“I dunno, I just like to think back to then sometimes,” he mused. “About how one accidental meeting got us here. How if one of us had shown up just a little earlier or a little later, we never would’ve meet.”
“Or if I hadn’t realized you were a hunter,” you added.
“I still can’t believe you tried to trick me into thinking you were the vic’s sibling,” he shook his head with an amused chuckle.
“You tried it first!” You exclaimed. “At least I didn’t pull the fed card.”
“Hey, what else was I supposed to do?” He defended playfully. “What if you ended up being some random civilian or you actually were the vic’s sibling? I had to have some type of plausible reason for being there.”
“Which included investigating a closed case in the dead of night,” you teased.
“It was still something plausible,” he smiled. “But like I said before, that one moment started all this. It lead us here, to this rooftop. The past three years have been incredible and I couldn’t think of anyone else I would’ve wanted to share them with other than you.”
“I can’t think of anyone I would’ve rather been with either, Sam,” you replied. “We’ve been through so much - but it was all worth it, because you were there by my side. You never let me give up, no matter what. You’re my best friend and so much more.”
“My thoughts exactly. So, that’s why I need to do this,” he replied. You watched curiously as he got up from his seat and kneeled in front of you. It was only when he reached inside his pocket and pulled out a small black big that you realized what he was doing. You stifled a gasp with your hand as he opened it to reveal a small, silver band with a single diamond in the center. It was stunning and simple, perhaps even vintage. “Y/F/N, I love you and I have for a very long time. You are incredible and perfect and I honestly don’t know what I would do if I ever lost you. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you. But what I think I’m trying to say is, I want us to be together for the rest of our lives, no matter how long or short that time may be. You know, in the type of lives we lead we don’t get a lot of opportunities for love or even relationships. So, Y/N…will you marry me?”
“Yes,” you answered instantaneously, your voice barely above a whisper. You were completely awe-struck. “Of course, Sam. Of course I’ll marry you.”
You both laughed joyously as he took the ring out of it’s velvet box and slipped it on to your finger. As soon as it was secured you pulled him up to you, kissing him fiercely. You could feel him smiling beneath the kiss. He pulled away and engulfed you in a hug, which you graciously accepted.
“I love you, Sam Winchester,” you murmured.
“I love you, too, Y/N.”