Y/N couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t hear. Her body was ice cold and on fire while she tried to make out what Sam’s lips were saying. See him… yes, that’s what he was saying. Could she see him?
The devil grinned wickedly. She whimpered.
Y/N nodded silently, eyes wide and watering in fear. Both Sam and Dean unanimously became aware of the angel blade she held, clenched tight in her hand. They glanced at each other in concern.
“Okay, Y/N,” Sam slowly raised his hands. “I know it’s scary, but I need- Y/N, I need the knife.”
She simply shook her head and walked backwards, bumping into the wall. A sob escaped her lips when the boys tried to move closer to her.
“Sam, you don’t understand,” she whimpered, sobbing into her hand as she struggled to push herself closer into the corner of her room. “He’s here. He’s in here.”
A trembling hand came up to her head and gently gestured towards her head, gasping when she saw that he was standing right behind him. The angel smiled coldly before plunging a knife straight through her brother’s abdomen. She screamed faintly into her hand as blood poured out of the gash, drops splattering onto the floor. The crimson stained his shirt and traveled upwards, creating flowing rivers of red as his skin continued to be sliced open. His neck slowly was slit, blood gurgling up into his mouth when his lips formed words she could not hear. His arms were laced in webs of blood, dripping from his fingertips. Y/N could hear them as they dropped onto the floor.
“Sam…” she sobbed. He tried to step closer, but so did Lucifer. Sam stopped when she screamed, holding the knife out in front of her with trembling hands. “No! Go away!”
“Y/N,” he pleaded, putting his hands out to reassure her. “I can’t leave you alone with your knife. Just give it to me and- Y/N, no!” Sam lunged out to grab it from her. She screamed, shutting her eyes tightly.
It’s summer time in South Carolina, the hot July sun, brutal as it beats down from it’s perch in the sky, baking the small town of Fort Mill along with it’s residents. They’ve been here for two weeks, their dad three counties away, hunting only God knows what. Sam quit caring about a thousand miles ago. They’re both spread out on the queen size bed, clad in only their boxers, the heat from their bodies radiating in the small space between them.
The shoddy air conditioner rattles and clunks as it blows a weak stream of warm air into the room. Dean’s mouth is desert dry, lips sticking to his teeth as he tries to talk.
“Saaaammmm” he groans. “I’m fucking melting man. It’s like a hundred degrees in here.”
“I know,” his brother agrees, raising up to look at him. “I’m about to go take a cold shower.”
“That’s a good idea Sam I am.” He says slapping his brother on the leg and stands. “Go ahead and get it started, I’ll be in in a minute.”
“Wait! What?” His brother gasps, eyes huge as he stares up at Dean in confusion. “You wanna take a shower together?”
“Don’t make it weird.” Dean says with a shrug of his shoulders, like this is a perfectly normal thing for brother’s to do.
“Dude,” Sam scoffs. “It is weird.”
“Is not.” His brother defends and Sam wants to say something else but Dean’s already lost his boxers and is walking bare-assed into the bathroom.
“Oh god!” Sam swears under his breath. This is a bad idea. A really, really bad idea.
His feet feel like they’re strapped down with iron weights as he takes the few steps leading him into the bathroom. He can see his brother’s silhouette through the thin shower curtain and he swallows hard against the knot in his throat.
Pulling his boxers off and discarding them on the floor he pulls the curtain back and climbs inside. His brother’s back is turned to him, head bent under the spray and he takes in the expanse of freckled skin thats laid out against broad shoulders. Eyes following the path of Dean’s spine down to the curve of his ass and he bites the meat of his jaw and wills his dick to stay down where he feels it stirring to life.
Dean chuckles from under the spray, like he knows exactly what Sam’s doing back here, and pulls back from under the water, rubs a hand down his face and turns to look at Sam. His eyes snap up, right as his brother turns around, and Sam tries to hide his face under his shaggy, chestnut hair, hands scrambling to cover his middle.
“Don’t be shy Sam. I’ve seen everything you got. I used to change your diapers dude.”
“Yeah well,” Sam mumbles awkardly, “I’m not a little kid anymore.”
“I won’t make fun of you Sammy.” Dean promises as his hands grab his brother’s shoulders and spin him around, effectively pushing him under the cold spray.
“That’s not- I mean, I’m not.” Sam stutters, as he sucks in a suprised breath as the cold water sends a shock to his system. He wants to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation, he also wants to cry; he does neither. Instead, he takes several deep breathes as he stands there, silent as the icy blast pelts against his skin and rolls down his back. It should be enough to kill his boner but he can feel how heavy it still hangs between his legs, refusing to go away knowing Dean’s naked body is just inches away.
“It’s almost too much at first.” Dean says from somewhere behind him. “But after you adjust to it, it feels good.”
Something in the tone of Dean’s voice makes Sam turn around, and he watches as his brother’s eyes track every single mile of his skin, not much different than what he’d done when their positions had been reversed. However, Dean’s face seems to hide no shame when his eyes shift to Sam’s, tongue flicking out to wet his lips.
The silence that hangs between them is loaded but he can’t make his mouth move, can’t clear the fog that’s seemed to settle over him.
He lets his eyes continue their path down dean’s stomach, resting on the patch of hair between his legs, and there’s no mistaking how hard Dean is, except he isn’t trying to hide it like Sam is.
He slowly removes his hands from where they’re resting and watches as his brother follows the movement, eyes wide and not moving from where he stares at Sam’s erection.
“Jesus Christ Sammy!” Dean says eyes flicking back to his siblings face as he rubs the back of his neck. “That’s impressive.” He adds not sure where he should be looking but unable to pull his eyes off his little brother.
“Do you,” Sam starts to say but then the words get stuck because he’s not really sure how to ask this.
“Yeah.” Dean answers anyway. “Yeah Sammy, I do.”
They stand there a few more seconds both openly staring before Dean slowly inches his way towards Sam.
“You sure this is ok?” He asks but Sam doesn’t answer. Just reaches out and grabs Dean’s hand where it’s resting at his side and boldly brings it to his stomach, his brother’s palm burning against his cooled skin.
Dean’s hand does a slow slide down his abdomen, fingertips brushing over his hard prick and when he finally wraps his hand around it, Sam shudders and throws his head back, eyes closed as a moan bubbles up from his chest.
Dean’s hand feels good where its wrapped around him and he seems to know exactly how Sam likes it without him having to say a word. His hips snap foward and he tries not to let his legs buckle from underneath him as they shake from the pleasure.
“Maybe we should take this to the bedroom.” Dean suggests, “ lay you out on the bed, get you comfortable.”
“Yeah, okay. Yeah.” He says maybe a little too eager and turns the water off.
He’s dripping water all over the floor as he makes his way to the bed but he can’t really find it in himself to care.
He lays down against the sheets, legs spread wide and watches as Dean crawls in between them, breath ghosting over Sam’s dick.
“Can I Sam?” Dean asks, voice pleading. “Can I taste you.”
“Fuck!” he hisses, hand coming to rest against Dean’s face. “Yes Dean. Please.”
The first brush of Dean’s tongue against his shaft has his toes curling, muscles pulled tight and he allows his head to fall back against the pillows.
“Yeah.” He moans, running his fingers through Dean’s short hair, but anything else he was planning on saying gets loged somewhere inside his throat as his brother swallows the rest of his length, his cockhead hitting the back of Dean’s throat.
He wraps his lips tight around Sam’s girth and pulls off, slow slide up, tongue curling around the head of Sam’s cock, scooping up a bead of pre-come that’s gathered at the tip.
“Dean,” Sam shudders, “I want-”
“What baby boy?” Dean asks, green eyes bright as they shine down on him. “What do you want?”
He can’t think straight, not enough blood flow getting to his brain but he manages to say, “You Dean. I want you.”
His brother grins from where he’s looming overtop of Sam.
“I’m yours.” He says. “Always have been.”
“Kiss me.” Sam whispers, his voice trembling as his heart hammers inside his chest.
His brother’s lips are soft and wet, and he opens to him eagerly. Can taste the remnants of himself on dean’s tongue as it tangles with his and he tries not to think too hard about why that turns him on so much. He wraps his hand around the back of Dean’s neck urging him closer, and when Dean’s dick brushes against his it feels like a wave of electricity jolting through his body.
“Do that again.” He begs between kisses. “Do that again Dean.”
His brother grinds his hips against his, one arm supporting his weight as the other has a bruising grip on Sam’s waist.
Sam raises his hips slightly, seeking his brother’s friction but it changes the angle enough so that when Dean grinds against him again his dick slides down between the crease of his ass, the tip of his dick brushing up against Sam’s hole.
“Do it.” Sam says, voice frantic. “Please Dean I want you to fuck me.”
His brother makes a noise deep in his throat and he sounds like he’s in pain but the look in his eyes says something else entirely.
“Are you sure?” He asks but all Sam can do is nod.
Dean runs his hands down the length of Sam’s legs, thumbs coming to rest at the bend of his knees and pushes them up, legs coming to rest over his brother’s shoulder.
“We’ll start slow.” Dean says sliding one finger in his mouth to get it wet and gently pushes against the pink furl of his brother’s hole.
It slides in easy, Sam’s body accepting it with no struggle. He pushes it in and out a few times then adds another. That one burns slightly but it feels good, lighting up Sam’s insides as he tries not to come.
He stretches and sissors them, a third joining the other two and Sam has to bite his lip to keep from moaning too loud.
“I’m ready.” Sam says and Dean smiles. Leans down to kiss him as he pulls his fingers free.
He watches as Dean grabs some lube from the bedside table and slicks himself up. Slowly, so very slowly, he pushes inside the tight, wet, heat of his brother’s body. After bottoming out he rests for a moment, giving Sam time to adjust to the feeling of being so full before he starts to move again.
“You’re so tight Sammy.” Dean moans, hips pumping into him at a slow and steady pace. It’s too much but not enough and Sam feels like he’s being taken apart.
“Faster Dean.” He begs. “Please.”
So his brother picks up the pace, thrusting harder inside and pulling back out, hips pistoning as he fucks into Sam.
The headboard is banging against the wall, the sheets sliding off the bed as he keeps up the punishing pace and he hopes like hell none of their neighbors calls to complain.
He brushes something inside Sam that has him screaming out for more but he knows he’s not gonna last long. A bead of sweat drips down from Dean’s nose landing against the hollow of his throat and he watches as Dean’s arms shake with exertion.
“Dean.” Sam moans, feeling his orgasm building at the base of his spine.
He comes, dick completly untouched, as his brother follows a few seconds later.
The bed is still wet and their probably gonna have to have another shower but Sam can’t find the strength to move.
“I think you killed me.” He says as he looks over at his big brother. “Death by sex.” And Dean laughs.
“Next time,” he says smiling at Sam, “You can top if you want.”
“Really?” Sam asks, his dick feebly trying to stir back to life at the thought.
“Yeah, of course.” Dean says, fingers smoothing Sam’s wet hair from his face.
“So there’ll be a next time?” He asks voice almost a whisper.
“Oh absolutely.” His brother smiles against his lips.
He kisses him back, lips swollen and spit-slick from his brother’s mouth but he could never get tired of having Dean this close. Sometimes, he thinks to himself, everything works out exactly like it’s supposed to.
Are you ready for the second installment of this string of stories I have about work? Well, neither was I. I now present:
So this actually takes place about two weeks after Spiked Testicle Clamps. My coworker tosses a packet on my desk and gives me a concerned glare before leaving.
Some backstory here: This coworker was the first person I told about Spiked Testicle Clamps and now we share our horror stories.
Anyway, I pick up the packet and read a sticky note on the front. “You have to read this,” it says. I forget the actual title of it and I’m kind of not allowed to share titles anyway, so that’s why I just call it Fuck Tape.
“So Jared (As everyone pronounces my name), what made you call this ‘Fuck Tape’?” One might ask. Well, fucking wait. I’ll get there.
So we start off with this dude, who we’ll call Sam. Sam is SO IN LOVE WITH HIS GURLFRIEND OMFG/ or at least that’s how the chapter seemed to read. I skipped over a few pages, picking out details I thought were important and eventually got to the second chapter. I was quite confused when the very first line for chapter 2 was “I awoke from my depressed slumber.”
WAIT, HOLD ON, what? First you’re talking about how happy you and your girlfriend (who we will call Lily) are and now you’re basically crying to My Chemical Romance? What the fuck happened?
So I go back and read through the first chapter. Turns out that Sam and Lily got into a horrible car accident at the end of the first chapter. It gruesomely describes of Lily just took a fuckton of glass shards to her throat. She’s on the fucking floor, because apparently she got thrown out of the car even though it was never explained he was. Sam apparently for impaled in the abdomen with with the stick shift despite the fact that stick shifts don’t just directly impale you like that unless you were above it. Sam was in the driver seat. It was just fucking bullshit.
So chapter 2 apparently takes place 10 years about Lily just ate a fuckton of glass and died. That was the second line. “It had been a decade since I watched Lily die.” Chapter 2 is just The Sadness™ except it’s like it’s written from the perspective of a fake-deep teenaged boy. So much “I just miss her so much!” that I rolled my fucking eyes.
“But Jared, you should really be more sympathetic. He lost the love of his life!” One might say. To that, I say that ten fucking years seems pretty long to still be a depressed fuck and act like she died yesterday.
And then I found out why this story is written like Lily died yesterday.
So, fucking… Ugh… Towards the end of about 9 pages of straight “I’m depression” we get to the part where it turns out that they’re having Lily’s funeral that day, TEN FUCKING YEARS AFTER SHE GOT SHREDDED UP. Apparently, the author just completely forgot that he wrote “It had been a decade since I watched Lily die,” and then just completely forgot he advanced the time by ten years while he was writing what were basically MCR and Papa Roach lyrics for 10 whole pages.
So we get to the fucking funeral scene and despite what you might think, they have an open casket funeral. The author took the time to describe a very bloody scene. I recall one of the details being that a big chunk was lodged in her eyeball. Also, anyone who knows the slightest amount about anatomy will know that having your neck cut open is a grizzle site. Author just describes her body as “flawless, almost as if she were gently sleeping.”
I don’t know, mate. I’m more concerned about why it’s ten years later and she looks like she died yesterday. I know formaldehyde preserves the body, but I don’t have a lot of reasons to believe that it would keep her looking like the freshest corpse possible after TEN FUCKING YEARS.
I have two theories. The first is that the author totally forgot that he said it’s been ten years later. The second is that I possibly read it wrong and he meant to say “It felt like it had been a decade” but I fucking remember being going back to that page and reading “It had been a decade since I saw Lily die,” at least fourteen times.
Anyway, the other insane part is that he makes the body seem like nothing happened to it. No scars, no deformities, nothing to indicate that she died in a horrific accident. The funerals I’ve been to have only had open caskets if the person died of a heart attack or illness. The closed casket ones I’ve been to were closed for a fucking reason, thank god.
So we continue and towards the end, Sam meets up with Lily’s brother who we will call Milo. Milo’s first action in the novel is to give Sam a fucking bear hug. Sam finds that he actually likes this and I had a sick idea of where this was going.
Unfortunately, I was right.
Chapter 3, 4, 5, and 6 are all about Sam and Milo bonding and supporting each other after the death of Lily… Even though it was ten years after the fact. I’m going to keep bringing that up. Chapter 7 is where notable shit goes down.
In chapter 7, Milo invites Sam to a movie date. Yes, movie date. Sam doesn’t think anything of it when Milo straight up says “Let’s go in a movie date!” The movie they go so? A fucking Single Man. A movie that came out in 2009 about this gay professor planning on killing himself. Great movie to watch, Milo. As we all can tell, Milo is starting to fall for Sam. The next chapter discuses this.
Chapter 8 pertains to Milo admitting his developing attraction towards Sam. I immediately suffer a brain aneurysm. I was fucking right and I knew exactly what this would lead to. Anyway, Sam is bewildered and we find out Sam’s Deepest Loar™. Sam was raised by super hardcore conservative Christians who hammered the idea that homosexuality is a mortal sin into his skull from the earliest age. Sam leaves the restaurant immediately and returns home. Chapter 7 was actually extremely short. Like 5 pages short.
Chapter 8 deals with more of Sam’s Deepest Loar™ where we find out that Sam had was attracted to some of the kids at school when he was fucking 10. After an ass beating from his father, Sam ended up doing everything in his power to prove he was straight, such as getting a girlfriend at the young age of 12 and trying to maintain relationships until… ten fucking years ago where Lily just fucking died. It’s never explained how long they were dating for. Sam also reveals that every time he has a break up with a girlfriend, the main reason he is so broken is because he thinks his “sexual urges” from when he a goddamn prepubescent kid will SOMEHOW come back. How he fucking survived an entire decade without impulsively sucking a cock in the back alley is beyond me.
At this point, I texted my coworker. Me: “Hi, how are you doing? What the fuck is this bullshit you just gave me?”
Her: “I only read the first two chapters. Is it that bad?”
Me: “It’s hard to describe in detail…”
Her: “Well, keep reading and let me know. Enjoy yourself!”
Me: “Fuck you.”
So I think that was the last Deepest Loar™ dump. So Sam decides that maybe homosexuality isn’t that bad and begins to take thing slowly with Milo. So they go out some more, share a few drinks. Every time Milo talks about a time where he got it in the ass, Sam just freaks the fuck out. Me, I’m not surprised that Milo turned out to be a bottom. Anyone named Milo is destined to be a bottom. I’m sidetracking here. Sam and Milo have their first big argument, solidifying their status and boyfriend and boyfriend.
I was so bored with the story… Then IT happened.
So Sam talks about how he hasn’t had sex in a few weeks, meaning that in the TEN FUCKING YEARS THAT HE HAD BEEN DEPRESSED AND CRYING ABOUT LILY, HE HAD JUST BEEN FUCKING GIRLS LEFT AND RIGHT, APPARENTLY. THE “It was a decade since Lily ate glass and died” DETAIL OF THE STORY REALLY THROWS OFF A LOT OF OTHER VASTLY IMPORTANT DETAILS IN THE STORY.
Ugh… Continuing… Milo then suggests gay sex to Sam. “No, I can’t! It’s a sin!” That’s when I screamed “YOU ALREADY FUCKING KISSED THE DUDE A FEW CHAPTERS AGO AND HAVE ALREADY AGREED TO DATE MILO BUT TAKE IT SLOWLY, THE FUCK DO YOU CARE ABOUT MORTAL SINS IF YOU ALREADY AGREED TI BE HIS BOYFRIEND.”
So after a few stiff drinks, Milo drives Sam to his place. Candles are fucking lit in the bedroom, I had my second brain aneurysm. Sam is drunk and Milo is taking off his clothes so they can fuuuuuuuck. Sam then remembers his “deviant urges” and how he craved to be “intimate with another man.”
I stopped and said bullshit really loud that my boss walked over to me and said: “What did you find this time?” I told her I would tell her after I’m done. She’s overly chill to be a boss, but she will tear you a new asshole when it’s appropriate.
Anyway, back to the story of Sam the soon-to-be Obsessional Homosexual. There’s a passage that’s dedicated to Sam describing how Milo is sensually rubbing the inside of his asshole with anal lube and he seems comfortable with it… Despite never having ever tried buttplay before…. And that this is implying that Milo, who is a bottom, is going to be the one fucking Sam.
The next part is where the title comes from.
Sam says he hears the sound of tape unraveled. He looks over to see Milo, stark naked, with serves pieces of RED DUCT TAPE in his hands. Sam, like myself, is really confused as to what’s going on. Milo then says one of the phrases that will haunt my dreams until the moment I die. In fact, the last moments of my life are probably going to be pure agony as I relive the memories of my editing horror stories. I will roll my eyes and then they will roll up to my skull as I die… God, how I really do not ever want to die. Anyway…
“It’s okay Sammy, this is special tape designed for sex. I call it 'Fuck Tape.’”
Brain aneurysm number 3. Also, I think his name was actually Sam because I remember that line saying that exact thing… Oh well.
Milo proceeds to rap the “Fuck Tape” on his dick. He has essentially made a condom out of red duct tape.
Brain aneurysm number 4..
The next page can only be described as a train wreck that I could not stop watching along with it ending with two plane crashes.
Milo jams it up Sam’s ass and Sam says that he has felt pleasure he has never experienced before… Unaware that God was an odd sense of humor and put the male G-spot up our asses. So now while Milo is rapidly thrusting in and out, he explains in coherent sentences about the prostate. I can understand that because Milo has his DICK wrapped in DUCT TAPE. I don’t see how that can feel pleasurable at all.
Side note: In this business, you can REALLY tell which authors have actually experienced sex and which just read fanfiction and try to go for shock value. This story was most definitely the latter.
So Milo finishes, despite what the fact he most likely felt nothing. He takes off the Fuck Tape which somehow does not rip apart his dick. I don’t know how tough a dick actually it, I don’t ever want to find out, but I always imagine them as fragile. Sam is just sitting there drunk with a hard-on. Basically Sam just got his ass rammed and that was it. Milo gets dressed and leaves. I think somewhere it was supposed to be implied that Sam orgasmed while he was getting thrusted, but there was absolutely no mention of it whatsoever. Sam then just falls asleep.
The next morning, Sam wakes up in his fucking car. The catch? Turns out the last bit where Milo and Sam have “sex” was a dream of his. Sam checks his phone sees that he received a bunch of texts from Milo about last night. What actually happened was that Sam started screeching at Milo about how homosexuality and gay sex was a sin before he passed out for being drunk… Then Milo shoved him into his car and ditched him. Milo says that the relationship is over. Sam gets in the driver seat of his car and drives to Milo’s apartment… Or what he thought was Milo’s apartment from his dream.
Sam gets the the building to find it’s completely fucking empty. It’s a derelict building. This sends Sam into a crying fit and he drives home. Just as that happens, the author decides to throw in the detail that it starts raining as soon as Sam starts crying.
So that night, Sam decides he doesn’t want to live anymore. He can’t live with being an out-ed homosexual despite the fact that he never “came out” to really anyone but Milo… Then proceeded to say a bunch of homophobic shit to him while drunk. The last few pages are sort of a clusterfuck. Sam is all praying to God to forgive him for having impure thoughts about Milo, blah blah blah, even more bullshit.
It’s fucking stupid. It’s all really fucking stupid.
Anyway, when Sam thinks that God isn’t answering his prays and that he was abandoned by God, he decided that the only way out is to fucking kill himself. So Sam drives to the nearest bridge and jump off.
Now we have a bullshit perspective switch where now it’s in Milo’s POV. First words on this new chapter are “I can’t believe I was even interested in that bigot.” It’s just all about Milo reflecting on Sam and eventually going from “I hate him so much,” to “Aww… He was so cute and I miss him.” And then the bullshit starts. He fucking senses that Sam is in danger somehow someway. What does Milo do? He drives to the bridge that Sam wants to jump from.
At this moment, my coworker walks up to me and asks how the book is going.
“Milo and Sam are in a relationship now.” I answer. Then she fucking reminds me that Milo was the fucking BROTHER of Lily, Sam’s dead girlfriend. Like, not only did Sam switch from vagina to cock, he did so with his DEAD GIRLFRIEND’S BROTHER. YEAH, THAT’S FUCKING APPROPRIATE.
I really don’t know how I forgot that detail.
Back to the “story.” Sam is about to jump off the Golden Gate Bridge apparently, revealing just now near the end that this all takes place in San Francesco. Suddenly a few things made a bit more sense. It’s just a really dumb scene where it’s fucking pouring, the waves are being extra violent, you get the picture. Suddenly, he hears Milo call out to Sam and Milo just fucking runs through oncoming traffic to get to Sam. Milo is begging Sam to not do it. Milo then pours his heart out and says that’s he hasn’t loved anyone like Sam since Lily, HIS GODDAMN SISTER. Then Sam says he hasn’t been happy since Lily died until he met Milo, which you would think that they would have met once before. So they both cry and Milo extends his arm to help Sam get away from the edge of the bridge. Happy ending(?) yay!
Except no. It’s not. In fact, this takes the stupidest fucking turn. Apparently the wind is so fucking string that when Sam moves his hand from the railing to Milo’s arm, he fucking slips off and it hanging on for dear life.
Brain aneurysm number 5.
Sam is screaming for God to help him as he slowly loses his grip. Then even more “I love you so much, you’re the love of my life!” bullshit is exchanged between the two! At last, Sam loses his grip and plunges to his icy death.
The very last paragraph is from Sam’s point of view. He says that he sees and feels nothing. Then he turns around and sees Lily’s ghost. Lily calls out Sam’s name and he walks to her. This awful story ends with one last sentence about how Sam and Lily are finally together once again… Never mind the gay guy you just confessed undying love to a few seconds ago. He never existed.
And that’s the end!
I walked over to my coworker and threw the packet on her desk.
“Well, how was it?” She asked.
“Burn it.” Was my exact response before I turned around and went back to my desk to shove five pills of Excedrin down my fucking throat.
So guys, what’s the moral of Fuck Tape? If your girlfriend dies in a horrific accident, wait 10 years to officially bury the body so you can meet her brother and be gay with him. That will cure your depression!
Request: can you do a sammy imagine where he likes you and you’re johnson’s best friend and Sammy thinks you and jack are a thing and gets upset but it’s really cute and you end up with Sammy anyway (is this confusing? i’m sorry)
it’s not confusing at all! thanks so much for requesting love
Y/N laughed at the movie playing on the screen and my eyes darted over to where she was sitting and I immediately wished I hadn’t. Jack’s head was in her lap, her fingers carding through the blonde strands of hair as his eyes fluttered closed in satisfaction. Y/N laughed again, fixated on the screen washing the whole room with an ethereal blue light. I couldn’t help myself and smiled at her amusement. A minute later, I risked looking back to her, unable to keep my eyes off her for long. I frowned as I noticed Jack shifting in her lap and pressing a kiss to her leg.
“I’m going to get some more popcorn,” I blurted, practically leaping out of my chair. I didn’t get a reply from either of them as anger and bitterness boiled in my stomach. I slammed my empty bowl down on the table, lying my head across a cold stone countertop. Every time I saw them together it made my heart ache with jealously. The least they could do would be to come out about it, I thought, slamming a cabinet door closed furiously. However, Jack and Y/N insisted they were just friends whenever they were asked about it.
“Sammy? You coming back?” Y/N called and I could practically hear my heartbeat race at my name said in her voice.
“Yeah, just a minute,” I replied, grabbing a soda from the fridge. Upon entering the living room, the movie was rolling the end credits and Jack was nowhere to be found.
“We’re gonna watch a horror movie if you want to,” Y/N told me. “And you know I get scared to I’d highly appreciate you staying.” Her tone took on an imploring edge, and I rolled my eyes at how much of a sucker I was for her.
“Sure, Princess. Whatever you want,” I replied, speaking only half-jokingly.
Y/N shifted to the side, adjusting the pillow behind her left shoulder. “Come sit then.”
As I settled down in the spot previously occupied by Johnson on the couch, I caught a whiff of her perfume and almost sighed out loud. Jack reentered the room, from the bathroom I’d guess.
“We ready?” he questioned, clapping his hands together. “You stole my spot Wilkinson.”
I opened my mouth to defend myself, but Y/N beat me to it. “I get scared when you make my watch these dumb movies and Sam is way more reassuring then you. You just scare me,” she laughed.
“Fine,” Jack whined, throwing himself into the chair I’d abandoned. He pressed play on the B-list horror movie, something about zombies and axe murderers all mixed together.
I payed less attention to the protagonists getting dismembered on screen and more to Y/N and she watched the movie and the way she flinched whenever a fresh spurt of blood littered the scene. After a particularly violent jump, I slid my arm over her shoulder, and she leaned happily against me. Her vanilla shampoo was intoxicating and the junction of her wrist was pressing against my arm. I was hyperaware of every movement she made and there seemed to be an electric tension between us. I had nearly forgotten Jack was in the room. Y/N’s shallow breaths that fanned against my skin were hypnotic enough to keep me from moving my eyes from her.
The movie passed in a blur of racing hearts and shaking fingertips. As the screen faded to black, Y/N spoke out into the room. “Oh my god.”
Jack and I both laughed.
“I’m going to have nightmares!” she cried dramatically, throwing her body across my lap as Jack flicked the light switch on. “I’m scarred for life,” she moaned rolling over.
I caught her just before she fell off the couch. “Careful there, tiger.” I scooped her back onto my lap to the best of my ability. It’s a little hard to act normally when all you want to to is to be with someone. To hold her and never let her go. In the most non-creepy way as possible.
“You both staying over?” Jack queried, folding a blanket that had been crumpled up on the floor.
“I definitely am. You’ve traumatized me.” Y/N shifted in my lap to look at Jack, and my eyes closed as I tried not to groan. “I won’t be able to sleep.”
“Well you’re not doing what you did last time,” Jack told her. He looked to me. “She came in my room in the middle of the night and refused to sleep by herself. She’s such a blanket hog.”
Red hot jealously washed over me as I pictured Y/N in Jack’s bed. “Am not!” Y/N defended herself.
“Yeah sure,” Jack scoffed, turning to the staircase. “You can sleep in the guest room and Sam can stay in Gilinsky’s.” He walked up the stairs. “You know where I am when you need me, Y/N.”
“Which I won’t!” Y/N retorted, pouting. “You going to bed?” she asked me, leaning back into my chest.
“I think so. I’m exhausted.” My body said differently however, as I relished in the feeling of her. The moment was short-lived as she stood up and- was she blushing?
“Me too,” Y/N smiled softly. “I’ll see you in the morning.” I watched as she pattered up the stairs, sweatpants and old Omaha sweatshirt. She was always the most gorgeous thing in the room, regardless.
I stumbled into Gilinsky’s room, finding sleep in the faint impression of Y/N’s scent and the way her laugh sounded and what it would feel like to kiss her and what ‘i love you Sammy’ would sound like in her voice.
I jolted awake, heart pounding. Nightmare, I thought, turning to check the clock on Jack’s bedside table. 3:27am. I sighed, running my hand through my hair, and shaking my head rapidly. Stumbling up and down the stairs shirtless, I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and sat at the countertop. L.A. got cold at night and I traced my index finger across the marble surface, swirling condensation from the glass to spell out Y/N. She was always on my mind. Always. I felt a vicious anger at my inability to control my damn emotions. She got in my head and under my skin and I was powerless against her pretty eyes and clever mind. And to top it all off, she was Johnson’s. My best friend. And god, I was happy for him. I tried to be, I lied to be. And I know he loved her because how could he not? But did he love her how I did? My biggest fear was that he would, creating no reason for her to need me. She doesn’t need me. She’s probably with him right now and he’s holding her and touching her bare skin and his is the name she screams out and calls for when she’s scared and alone and the name that runs through her mind just before sleep.
Or maybe not.
“Y/N?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer.
“Sammy, are you crying?” Y/N exclaimed.
My hand absentmindedly found my admittedly wet cheek. “Oh,” I answered dumbly, allowing Y/N to rush over, guiding me to lie on the couch.
“What’s going on Sam? You’re scaring me,” she whispered, wiping my cheeks with the hem of her t-shirt. She’d changed into shorts and our bare legs tangled together helped me calm down.
“I’m okay now. I swear.” I lifted her hand gently, holding her fragile wrist in my hand, quelling her actions.
“No you’re not. Don’t lie to me,” she said, an edge in her voice.
I turned away from her.
“God, don’t you trust me?” her voice broke a little, and I was immediately rushing back.
“Of course I do. I do trust you.” I rubbed the bone in her wrist with my thumb, heart pounding. “I’m just not good at- I’ve just never told anyone this.” She nodded encouragingly at me and I took a deep breath. “I really love this girl. But I’m pretty sure she loves this other guy. And it just hurts so bad,” I whimpered. Y/N hugged me closely, but I could barely find any happiness in how it felt to be in her arms.
“Well I love you,” Y/N said, resting her small hands on my shoulders.
“Not like that,” I replied, heart breaking in my chest. I could feel it, all hope dying out.
“How do you know?” she retorted and it was like the world stopped spinning.
“What?” I gasped, looking at her like it was the first time I’d ever seen her.
Her cheeks were red even in the dimly lit living room and I could feel her heart beating quickly against my ribs.
“I love you,” she said, unabashed and unashamed.
I almost started crying again. “But- how?” I gasped out.
Y/N laughed, my favorite sound in the whole fucking world. “I thought it was a little bit obvious.”
“Obvious?” I groaned. “I thought you were with Johnson for ages.” I rolled my eyes dramatically. “You had me crying in the kitchen in the middle in the night. I think I might have needed a stronger hint.” It was like the weight of the world had been lifted from my overworked shoulders. “I love you,” I stated.
Y/N smiled her pretty Y/N smile. “I love you Sammy.”
“Can I kiss you?”
In response she leaned in, pink lips just brushing mine. I pressed my lips to hers, practically groaning at the way her lips moved all for me. I sat up more on the couch without breaking contact, deepening the kiss as I did so. I pulled her hips closer, closer, tongues brushing. I tried to convey everything I was feeling into the open-mouthed kiss. I love you. I love you. I love you.
We broke apart, and I rested my forehead softly against hers. “Am I dreaming?”
“Definitely not,” she replied, kissing me again. “Very much awake.”
“And then he was put to death by the electric chair.” I said, finishing up me and Jack’s presentation on Ted Bundy. “Very good, you two.” Mr. Conroy said as we took our seats. Jack smiled at me in triumph. I could tell he wasn’t used to doing good on stuff. Next was Sammy and Johnson doing the BTK after Jack had suggested it to them when they couldn’t come up with one. I tried to focus my attention on their presentation when I felt a piece of paper slide under my hand. I looked down at it to see Jack had passed me a note. “Hey, I know our project’s over but you seem like you actually know what you’re doing. Do you think every Sunday we could meet at my house and do homework together?” It said. Underneath was a yes and a no for me to circle. On Monday, I would have circled no immediately, but Sam’s words had stuck with me since Tuesday, so I circled yes. I didn’t have many friends anyway since I was new. Really just Sammy. I saw Jack smile down at the paper when he saw me circle yes. “And BTK actually stands for bind, torture, kill which is what he did to his victims and how he got his name.” Sammy added on to Johnson’s statement. After they wrapped their presentation up, the bell rang and we all left to go to our next class. Sammy caught up to me in the hallway so we could walk to our lockers together. “I saw you and Jack passing notes.” He said, nudging my shoulder. “It was one note and it was him asking if I could help him study.” I said back to him. “Oh, stop denying it! You KNOW you like him! Deep down in that cold heart of yours HAS to lie SOME love!” Sammy said, dramatically. I giggled and kept my head down to avoid the gazes of the people who were staring at us wondering what the hell was going on with Sammy and why he had made such a scene. “Hey baby girl, when am I gonna get my turn?” A guy said as I walked past him. Sammy and I looked at each other with the same amount of confusion on our faces. “YOU!” A girl screamed. Sammy and I both turned our focus to the end of the hallway to see what was going on. A blonde girl came storming up to me and slapped me across my face. “LEIGH! WHAT THE HELL!?” Sammy yelled, immediately pushing me behind him. “I heard that little WHORE is sleeping around with MY boyfriend, Jack!” She screamed. “Boyfriend?” I asked. “YES! BOYFRIEND!” She screamed. “He’s not your boyfriend! You slept with Eric throughout your entire relationship with him!” Sammy yelled back. Leigh glared up and Sammy and began to walk past me. “Stay away from him or I’ll end you.” She growled in my ear as she walked past. I watched her as she walked away and then grabbed Sammy’s shoulder and drug him into an empty classroom, closing the door behind us. “What the hell was that about!?” I whisper-shouted at him. “That’s Jack’s bitter ex-girlfriend Leigh Lindquist. They dated for a year and a half until Jack walked in on her fucking Eric Moore on his bed.” Sammy told me. “Then why does she still want him!?” I asked. “Well word got out that she cheated on Jack. No guys wanted to date her anymore since Jack’s the most popular guy in school and Eric moved cause nobody wanted to be his friend. And she knew Jack really loved her so she thought she could get him back this year but then you came along and now she’s pissed.” Sammy said to me. “Wait, but why did she immediately accuse me of sleeping with Jack? Is Jack telling people we had sex!? Is that also why that guy said that to me!?” I said, my face red with anger. “No! God, no! Jack would never do that! People probably just heard that you had been going to his house a lot and starting saying you were sleeping together.” Sammy said. “Great. Not even a full week here and I’ve already made an enemy and become the school slut.” I said, my eyes watering up. “Hey, hey, it’s gonna be okay.” Sammy said, pulling me into a hug. The door opened and another boy walked in. “Can I be next?” He asked, eying my body over. Within seconds Sammy had him pinned against the wall. “Don’t you EVER talk to her like that again, you hear me!? Or I swear to god I will fuck you up!” Sammy said before banging the kids head into the wall. He then let go of him and the kid bolted out of the room. “C'mon we gotta get to math.” Sammy said, pulling me into his side.
“Y/N! Wait up!” I heard a voice call after me as I exited the school. Jack ran up to my side. “Hey, I heard about what happened with Leigh, and I’m so sorry. I should have warned you about her but I didn’t think she’d be a problem.” Jack said to me. “She isn’t our only problem, Jack! Somebody’s telling people that we’re having sex! Not even a one week here and I’m already the school slut!” I yelled, storming off from him. I knew I had no reason to be mad at him, but he was tied into all this with me and so I just snapped.
I arrived back at the school to see a huge group of kids surround something yelling, “FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” I pushed my way through the crowed to see Jack on top of some guy I had never seen before, beating the shit out of him. “You don’t EVER say ANYTHING like that again, you got me!?” Jack yelled. “Yes! Yes! Please let me go!” The boy cried out. Jack got off the guy and kicked him hard in the stomach before turning around. When he saw me, his eyes went wide. I immediately glared at him before pushing back through the crowd. How could he beat up some kid like that?! I went around to the side of the school, trying to escape Jack, but of course, he found me. “Y/N! Wait! Hear me out!” Jack said. “No! Jack, you just beat up some poor innocent kid!” I said to him. “Innocent!? That’s the kid that started the rumors about us sleeping together!” Jack said to me. I immediately calmed down. “Okay, yeah, he deserved it.” I said. Jack smiled at me and that’s when I noticed, Jack hadn’t been the only one throwing punches. His nose had blood dripping down it and he had a scratch above his eyebrow. “Oh my god, Jack!” I said before stepping forward and cupping his face in my hands. “Oh my god, come with me.” I said and drug him to my car. He sat down with his feet hanging out the back of my car and I pulled out my first aid kit and did my best to clean his wounds. “Hey! There you two-WHOAH! What happened to Jack!?” Nate said as him Sammy and Johnson approached. “I beat the shit out of Tommy Jackson back there. He got some punches in, too, though.” Jack said. “He definitely deserved to be beat, but why’d you do it today?” Johnson asked. “He’s the one who started the rumors about Jack and I.” I said to him. “Oh, the sex rumors?” Sammy asked me. I nodded my head before closing my first aid kit. Jack jumped down from my car. “Okay, well the bell’s about to ring and we all got to get to English.” Jack said. We all nodded and headed back towards the school.
So here’s part three☺️☺️ I’ll post part four probably tomorrow. Feel free to leave me messages on what you think! It really encourages me to write more❤️
summary: au where sam and dean grow up in a normal household, and dean joins the marines when he’s eighteen. this is a story about the brothers’ separation, but mostly about them coming home to each other and the complicated feelings it brings in the process.
sam takes a piece of his brother with him when he goes to stanford.
Sam ties a little yellow ribbon to the rearview mirror. It’s a compromise, because Dean would throttle him if he put any kind of bumper sticker on the Impala, and somehow his brother would just know even if he’s thousands of miles away. Sam lets the ribbon hang and sway with the motions of the car on the highway, and he can’t help but let it catch his eye. It makes him smile. Like he has a piece of his brother with him.
“You should take the Impala,” John told him, before Sam left that morning. Sam had blanched, said no way, she’s Dean’s, she’s always been Dean’s, but John just patted his shoulder and hugged him hard when he went out the door. “Then keep it safe for him. God knows you’re the only one he trusts with that damn car, anyway.”
Sam tightens his grip on the steering wheel. He’s grateful he’s got her, honestly, because she’s always going to smell a little like his brother, and the bouncing of her tires against the road is something Sam has known his whole life. Dean teaching him to drive well before the age he should learn (and damn, Mary had a row about that when she found out), long car trips to visit Uncle Bobby, and others just because they could. Dean had always been restless, aching for the road deep in his bones, and Sam gets it, he does. He just wishes Dean would’ve taken a few years to drive around the country instead of going off to war.
Prompt: In which Jack surprises you with a breathtaking view
AN: Presenting*Drum roll* the much promised Johnson Imagine! I’m actually really proud of this one and I quite like it! Feedback is appreciated!!!
The wind blew through the window cooling down the car as Jack sped down the highway, the smell of spring filling our
senses as we got farther and farther away from the damned city. Jack had always been
my best friend and the moment I texted him saying I needed to get away, there
was no time wasted when he showed up at my house ten minutes later. “Did you
want to go anywhere specific?” I moved my gaze from the window to catch Jack
taking quick glances off the road to view my face. Even though he was my best
friend, I always felt the sexual tension between us. With the constant flirting
and secret shared glances between us, there had to be a little something. I
mean there was a lot of something
from me, it was him that I wasn’t always positive that he shared the same
“No. Just needed to get away.” Being with you is always good enough,
though. His cheeks stretched presenting a smile.
“Then do I have a surprise for you!” He
shouted thrillingly reaching over the console to grasp my hand swinging it
about in the air before lowering them again. I grinned laughing before twisting
my head back to look outside. concealing my blush, his hand never
moving away from mine. Jack speedily switched lanes getting off at the nearest
exit before taking a right speeding up down an unknown road. “And don’t worry
we aren’t going to get lost-”
“That’s what you said last time…” I giggled
glancing at Jack drive, him bowing his head briefly, looking back on the road.
Sammy and Nate showed me this really cool spot last week.” He replied prior to
turning down a dirt road. The ride becoming bumpy and uneven just as it started
inclining. Jack gave a little more gas reaching the peak of the hill before driving
a little to the right and parking. “Now close your eyes!” I softly beamed, obliging and closing them.
“I’m not gonna get hurt am I?” Jack laughed releasing my hand and opening his
door. I jumped a little with the slamming of the door ringing through the car
until mine opened. Without opening my eyes I unlocked my seat belt and tried to
feel my way out.
“Whoa easy there. I’m gonna help you.” Jack’s
hands were on mine again at the time I felt my feet hit the ground while he
closed my door for me.
“How long are my eyes going to have to be
closed?” I questioned feeling Jacks hands tug on my mine to lead me forward.
“Not for long.” He answered while we walked
for a bit before the ground beneath me declined a bit causing me to trip up.
“Jack!” I reached out letting go of his
hand to grab a hold of his shoulders.
“Oops sorry, a bit of a drop there.” He
laughed keeping my hands on his shoulders,
“I’m opening my eyes now.” I stopped,
causing him to also.
“No!” he covers my face, “Just a little
longer.” I groaned forcing my eyes shut again, letting him lead me by my hands
again. We hiked a little while longer before I felt him stop in front of me
dropping one of my hands. “Okay now you can open your eyes.” I sighed happily
opening them gasping a little once I saw where he’d taken me. This place was
“Breathtaking…” My eyes widen viewing an
almost secret beach surrounded with flowers and plant life. I had no clue where
we were and that’s what made it all the better. “Jack its gorgeous! How’d the
guys even find a place like this?” I thought aloud, remaining my gaze on the
crashing waves below, becoming mesmerized by the whole ordeal.
“Honestly I have no clue.” He sounded
puzzled laughing a little, making me forget about our hands until he lightly
“Well I’m glad they did.” I tore my
stare from the view to look at Jack already looking at me. He smiled slowly and
might I add very cutely.
“Me too.” He looked at me tilting his
head a bit before leaning in quickly. His lips met mine, surprising me. Realizing
what was happening I turned leaning into him more connecting my hand to the
back of his neck. His lips becoming a lot more moist and softer than what I imagined.
Not long after Jack pulled back a bit resting his forehead against mine. Never in
my life had I thought he’d be the one actually kissing me. “Me too.” He repeated
quietly, “Me too.”