but sam was too tall

Too Tall

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Language, drinking, bullying, bar guys being assholes, passionate kissing

Word Count: 1482

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble but apparently, my head doesn’t know what that means. I apparently can’t write anything under 1000 words lol. This is my first Sam fic that wasn’t like sisterly so tell me what you think. Also, my first request yay!

Request: Oo oo oo! I gotta request for a drabble! Sam comforts a tall (preferably female) reader? Cause I’m 5'11 and get made fun of for my height all the time. (Ps, not sure if this is what you meant, if not feel free to ignore it) - Anon

^ so like they are not this rough in the story but how Sam places his hands on her face correlates to the story 

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“Kiss Me” Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 3,293

Dean Winchester x Reader

Request: Could you do one where you’re not super tomboy but you don’t usually wear “girly things” and to go undercover you have to wear a short black dress, basically what happens is a lot of tight spaces with you and dean and some accidental rubbing against each other here and there and it ends with some good smut where he basically just hikes up the skirt of your dress and you realize how convenient dresses can actually be 

Warnings: Smut, language, lots of sexual tension, unprotected sex


Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros

“There’s no way in hell you’re going.” Dean shakes his head, not even considering the idea of you going on the case with them.

“Come on. You’ve been training me for months now, besides it’s not like we’ll be doing any actual fighting. It’s a goddamn dinner party. All we’ll be doing is socializing and stealing that dumb bracelet.” You argue.

You had been living with Sam and Dean for a few months now. They’ve been training you to be a hunter, but refuse to take you on any actual hunts yet. They keep saying that you just aren’t ready, despite kicking ass in training. Tonight they were supposed to be going to some fancy dinner party/auction at some fancy collector’s house, and you were desperate to go along.

“What if something goes wrong, huh? What are you going to do then?” Dean questions, obviously getting frustrated.

“Then I can be a helpful asset to the team! I know what I’m doing. I’m getting training from the best hunters in the country.” You beg.

“Dean, she has a good point. She’s going to have to start somewhere, and this is probably the best place to do that. The chances of anything going wrong are slim.” Sam defended you.

“What, both of you are going to gang up on me now?” Dean rolled his eyes. “Fine, you can go. But if you get hurt, I get to tell you that I told you so.”

“Ah!” You say in excitement. “Thank you!”

You’re not sure why Dean is so protective over you. You’re only a few years younger than Sam, not too big of a deal. You can take care of yourself. But ever since you moved in with them, Dean has been overly-protective of you, and honestly, it could be a bit much. You feel like he treats you like a little, helpless girl instead of the woman you are.

“But, those clothes are a no. You’re going to have to wear a dress.” Dean pointed to your outfit.

“I hate dresses. What’s wrong with my clothes?” You frown. You were wearing ripped skinny jeans and a flannel, nothing too fancy, but you wouldn’t consider it ugly. You like your clothing, even if it’s not the girliest.

“There’s nothing wrong with them,” Sam interjected, staring down Dean. “This event is just really fancy and we have to fit in.”

“I don’t even own a dress.” You realize. “Or heels. Or anything fancy, for that matter.”

“Guess you can’t go on the case then.” Dean sighed dramatically.

“You wish, Winchester.” You roll your eyes. “What time is the event?”

“Seven.”

“I’ll be back later.” You glance at the clock, seeing that it was almost one in the afternoon. You definitely had time to run to the mall and grab some stuff before tonight.

-

A few hours later, you returned to the bunker with a few shopping bags in each hand. It had been a successful trip- you managed to find a relatively cute but not expensive dress that had matching heels, and also some earrings.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you carry shopping bags in your life.” Dean commented as you walked past them to go to your room.

“There’s a first for everything, right?” You shoved a couple bags in his arms, making him help you bring them to your room.

“You know, I’m not trying to be mean. I just don’t want to risk you getting hurt.”

“Dean.” You set the bags on your bed, turning around and looking at him in the eye. “You don’t have to act like my big brother. I’m okay. I can take care of myself.”

Dean looks at you, seeming like he wanted to say something, but he kept his mouth shut.

“I’ve got to start getting ready, so…” You trail off, implying that he needed to leave.

“It’s only four. It starts at seven.” He raises his eyebrows.

“Uh, trust me, girls take a long time to get ready. Now, get out.” You laugh, playfully shoving him out the door. He raises his hands in surrender, and closes the door behind him.

You are determined to look good tonight, to go all out. You rarely ever dressed up, hence why you didn’t have any nice clothing. This was probably the last time you’ll ever dress up as well, you hate dresses, so why not make the most of it?

You started out by taking a shower and making sure that you used your favorite body wash that left a good scent on you for hours. You normally only used it for when you were going on a date, but this is a special occasion.

You then blow-dryed your hair and curled it, which was a nice change from your usual ponytail you typically threw it in. Next you applied makeup, which was also a nice change from the bare face you normally sported. You have clear skin and decent eyelashes, so you didn’t think you needed makeup on a day to day basis. Tonight, you were rocking a smoky eye and red lip combo, thanks to the YouTube tutorials you had watched. You attempted to put on fake eyelashes, but they were a complete fail so you just went without them.

The last thing you did was put on your dress. You looked in the mirror and admired yourself once it was on. Man, is that dress sexy. It was a tight, bodycon style that stopped just below your butt, showing off all the right curves of your boy. Paired with the black heels, you looked good.

You were about to grab your purse when you hear a knocking on your door.

“Y/N? It’s almost seven, we’ve got to-“

You interrupt them by opening the door, revealing both Sam and Dean standing there. The reactions of both of their faces are priceless. Sam raised his eyebrows and glanced away, doing his signature nervous gulp. Dean, oh poor Dean, he didn’t know what had hit him. He couldn’t look away. He had never seen you look so… Good.

“You can take a picture if you want.” You tease, walking past them. They both cleared their throats and watched as you walked past them, not moving a muscle.

“You know, boys, we’re going to be late if you don’t get a move on it.” You say.

“Yeah yeah.” Dean mumbled, rushing to get to the impala.

The ride there was uncomfortable, to say the least. You couldn’t sit in the backseat since Dean hadn’t cleaned it, and you didn’t want to get anything on your dress. Sam was entirely too tall to sit back there, and there was no way in hell that Dean was letting either of you drive. So, that left you to be in your current predicament- squished between the both of them in the front seat.

Sam was polite enough to try and scoot over as far to the door as possible, which was nice. You had some room, but you were still basically attached to Dean on the hip. Your thighs were touching and your shoulders were bumping into each other, and no one said a word the entire ride there.

When you finally reached the house, you couldn’t be more happy to get out of that car. You stepped outside of the impala, enjoying the feeling of the warm summer air hitting your skin.

“How are we going to go about this?” You asked them, leaning against the impala. You couldn’t exactly go inside without a plan.

“The bracelet is inside one of the upstairs bedroom, inside the top drawer of one of the dressers. We’ll socialize for a little bit, whatever, and then I’ll excuse myself to the bathroom and go find the bracelet upstairs. You and Sam can keep watch downstairs.” Dean directed.

“Okay, sounds like a plan.” You say. You link arms with the both of them and walk inside the house, which was absolutely beautiful. You’re enchanted by architecture and all of the collections spread about the house. It was something out of a movie.

“Grab a glass of champagne. Fit in.” Dean whispered to you, not looking at you as he waved to a person across the room. You took a glass from the table behind you, taking a small sip as the person Dean waved to came over to the three of you.

“Hello! What brings you guests here today?” The man asks, all smiles. He must be the owner of the house.

“Just very interested in seeing what you have up for auction today, Sir. You have lovely collections.” You tell him, putting your charm on.

“Why, thank you!” He smiles.

“So, why don’t you tell me about some of these pieces? I’d love to know more.” You lie, hoping to keep the man’s interest long enough for Dean to sneak upstairs. It wasn’t exactly the plan, but it would work. You shoot Dean a look, and he gives you a thumbs up, and you can see him dash away upstairs.

“This piece of art work I got from Venice, isn’t it lovely?” He pointed to a painting.

“Yes, it certainly is.” You pretend to admire it.

He keeps on talking, and at some point you zone out. You look back over to where Sam was standing, hoping to see Dean standing there, but he wasn’t back yet. Odd.

You glance over to the other side of the room, and two men in bodyguard suits are talking, grabbing your attention. They keep glancing over to the stairs and over to Sam, and your heart drops. They must be suspicious.

“Excuse me, sir, but I am going to have to get back over to my friend. Thank you so much for telling me about the history of your painting.” You rushed. You didn’t wait for him to respond while you went over to Sam.

“Sam, those men are onto us. I have to go get Dean.” You say from a few feet away so the men don’t think you’re talking to him, so they think you’re just grabbing another glass of champagne.

“I’ll go.”

“No, they are already staring you down. You take one step and they will follow you up there. They haven’t noticed I’m with you yet. I have to go.” You turn around, taking a sip of the champagne.

“Be careful.” Sam whispered, not daring to look at you.

“I will.”

You walk upstairs, making sure the men don’t notice you. They’re still watching Sam, thankfully. When you get up to the top, you see Dean standing in the hallway, closing one of the doors to the rooms.

“Did you get it yet?” You asked, running over to him, which is difficult in heels.

“No, there are so many goddamn rooms in this house, I’ve still got like five more rooms to check.” He says. “Why are you up here?” He questions.

“People are onto us. You need to hurry.”

Just as you say that, you can hear people walking up the stairs. You grab Dean and pull him behind one of the columns, just to where you two were out of sight to anyone walking in the hallway. You admit, the two of you were in a compromising position. He was leaned up against the column and you were pressed up against him, your head against his chest.

He goes to say something, but you press you hand against his mouth and raise a finger to your lips, indicating that he needs to be quiet.

“I don’t see anybody up here. You’re just being paranoid, Seb.” You hear a man’s voice booming from down the hallway. The voices trail away as well as their footsteps, and you peek your head around the corner.

“We’re clear.” You whisper. Your bodies are still pressed together, and Dean looks down at you, you feeling his hot breath against your skin. His eyes are sparkling and his arms are wrapped your waist- you admit, he looked really good.

“We, uh, we need to find the bracelet.” You say nervously, pushing yourself away from him.

“Right. The bracelet.” He nods, following you back into the hallway.

“I haven’t checked this room yet.” Dean points to a door, and you follow him inside. Just like the rest of the house, the room is absolutely beautiful.

You walk over to the dresser, pulling open the top drawer. A shiny bracelet with a blue stone in the center of it was set on top of a pillow, almost begging to be taken.

“This it?” You hold it up to Dean.

“Yes, thank god.” Dean shoves it in his tuxedo pocket.

You footsteps approaching the room, along with the same man’s voice from earlier. Panic fills your chest and you freeze. How are you supposed to explain this if they walk in? You can’t exactly just be like, ‘Hey, yeah we were stealing your jewelry. Excuse us.’

“Dean, kiss me.” You say.

“Wh-“ He begins, but you cut him off by pressing your mouth to his. He kisses you back immediately, sneaking his arms around your waist and bringing you into the same position you were in at the column. The door to the room opens, and you and Dean pull apart.

“Oh, we’re terribly sorry-“ The man apologizes, blush filling his cheeks.

“Yeah, you should be.” Dean snaps, and the door closes. The two men outside start mumbling and then they walk away.

“That was-“ Dean looks at you, an expression you can’t quite read.

“Yeah, fuck, that was close. Good thing I was here to save the day.” You joke.

“Yeah. Close.” He breathes heavily.

“We should leave now. Before someone realizes its missing.” You start to walk out the door. Dean is silent as he follows you back downstairs. Sam has a relieved look on his face when he sees the two of you coming back unharmed.

“I thought you were both screwed when I saw them go upstairs.” Sam says, the three of you walking back to the impala.

“Yeah, we came close to getting caught. They opened the door while we were in the room grabbing it.” You slide into the car, back into your uncomfortable middle seat.

“How’d you manage to get out of that one?” Sam looks shocked. Dean grunts, and sits down to your left to start the car. His hand landing on your thigh doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Said we were looking for the bathroom.” You lie. You’re not sure why you just lied to Sam, but the feeling of Dean’s hand inching up your thigh was not a feeling you ever thought you’d get from Dean. Sure, he’s attractive, but you had never really thought of him that way before… Not until tonight.

The drive back to the bunker was ten times more uncomfortable than the drive there. Dean’s hand never left your thigh, but the minute it would get to the hem your dress, he would bring his hand back down to your knee, repeating the process. Your breath was hitching and you were sure that you were soaking through your underwear. If Sam noticed what was going on, he never said anything. He just kept his eyes focused on the window the entire time.

The minute you got to the bunker, Sam shot out of the car and went to his room, looking uncomfortable. Oh, he knew.

“Y/N, we have to talk…” Dean sets the keys down on the kitchen table.

“Look, it was just purely for business-“

“No, it wasn’t. You felt it, too. And I could tell how turned on you were in the car.” Dean walked up closer to you, pinning you up against the kitchen counter. “Remember earlier today when you told me that I think of you as a little sister?” He fiddled with the hem of your dress.

You nodded, unable to form any words.

“You couldn’t be any further from the truth.”

He smashed his lips against yours, his kiss full of lust and need. He lifts you onto the counter, not breaking the kiss as he lifts your dress up past your hips, revealing your black lace thong.

“This is pretty.” He says, and he brings his head down to your lower area. He takes your thong between his teeth, bringing the lacy material down your legs and onto the floor.

It was the most erotic thing you’d probably ever seen.

Dean starts planting kisses up your legs, starting from your calves and stopping right at your upper thigh.

“Dean, please, stop teasing.” You breathe out, desperate for more.

“Be patient, baby girl.” He mumbled against your skin, and finally his lips pressed to your clit. You moan, the feeling of his tongue on you radiating throughout your body. He enters a finger inside of you, making you moan even louder. You clamp your hand over your mouth, but Dean reached up and moved your hand.

“Don’t. I want to hear you.” He smirked, entering a second finger. With the rate he was going, you weren’t going to last very long.

“Fuck, Dean, I’m going to cum.” You’re a moaning mess, and he picks up his pace. You clench around his fingers, coming around him. Dean removes his fingers and puts them in his mouth, licking them clean.

“You taste so sweet.” He gets up, giving you a deep kiss. You’d never had a man kiss you after eating you out, but man, did it turn you on even more. Or maybe it was just Dean.

You brought your hand to his pants, palming his hard erection through the clothing. He groaned, and you started to fumble with his belt. Sliding it off, you pulled down his pants and his boxers in one motion, leaving his hard member in your hands.

“Damn, Dean.” You commented. He was perfect. He positioned himself with your entrance, and entered himself slowly.

“Fuck,” Dean hisses, throwing his head back in pleasure. He starts to move at a faster pace, the only sounds in the room being both of your moans and skin slapping together.

“I’m going to cum again,” You tell him, the pleasure you’re experiencing being more than any you ever had. The man knows what he’s doing.

“Cum, Y/N, cum on my cock.” Dean says, and this brings you to your second orgasm. The feeling of your walls clenching around him made Dean reach his orgasm as well, his warm spurts filling your insides.

“Holy fuck.” Dean breathes out, pulling out of you. He grabs a towel from the drawer beside you, wiping the two of you off.

“That was…” You trail off, unable to find words.

“You were great.” Dean tosses the towel across the room, it landing right in front of the laundry room. You hop off the kitchen counter, and Dean hands you your thong.

“Sam’s gonna be pissed you just used a nice towel.” You laugh. You slide your underwear back on, and you pull your dress back down your body.

“Worth it.” Dean smiles at you, kissing you once more.

“You know,” you pull away. “Dresses are way more convenient than I remember.”

Dating Sam would include:

-Him being too tall. No matter your hight

-Him being over protective.

-You’re his main priority during a hunt.

-Depending on you when he starts to slip.

-comforting him when he wakes up due to nightmares

-playing with his hair when you get bored.

-Him not admitting that he secretly loves it when you play with his hair.

-wearing his shirts as dresses.

-Trying to get him to eat unhealthy.

-Him trying to get you to eat healthy.

-Getting him to read to you when you need comforting.

-Falling asleep in his arms as he reads.

-both of you shipping Destiel, and planning on ways to get them together.

-Trying to find out the secrets to his hair…

-him constantly telling you how much he loves you and how much you mean to him.

-Being in a totally loving relationship.

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Soooooo, this happened. Met Jared Padalecki aka Sam Winchester in Chicago. I was literally starstruck and if Rob hadn’t of been there I never would have gotten these pictures because I could not move a muscle. My mouth dropped open and I probably seemed like the biggest idiot because I could barely say a word. But he gave a me a big hug and he held tight and just wow. This happened last Saturday and I’m still blown away that it actually happened.

*skateboards in

because im bisexual my parents desperately hope ill one day end up marrying a woman but *kickflips* im really fucking gay and i love men 

*skateboards out*

So I have an absolute FAVOURITE little tiny detail from Baby that I have seen absolutely no one mention yet.

Its right when Dean starts playing Night Moves and the first lyric comes up. 

‘Was a little too tall / could’ve used a few pounds’ 

And then he points to Sam in this adorable little way.  “Bro, you’re tall and skinny, man.” But he’s got this cute little affectionate grin on his face like he adores that about Sam.  How Sam is a little too tall, and thinner than he had been a few years ago.  Like he realizes the song fits even after he starts it.  Its so cute.  And Sam’s little smirk, and shake of his head while he’s sexily buttoning up his rumpled shirt. 

Its just the cutest little moment, and I’ve seen no one mention the lyrics here and Dean’s point at Sam.

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“I know, I KNOW its not that simple (Y/N), but honestly…what do you think that would do to us?”

Living with Sam would include

-  Sharing books, and reading together

-  Having to buy double length blankets, because Sam’s too tall

-  Sleeping in on Sundays

-  Sam doing all the cooking, and getting you to taste so he can improve it against your standards

-  Picking up all the unhealthy stuff at the grocery store, and Sam putting it back when you aren’t looking

-   Laughing at stupid horror movies on TV

-  Taking a bath together, and Sam attempting to not get shampoo and water in your eyes but failing miserably

-  Playing music and dancing and Sam laughing at you

- Sam running around the apartment/house looking for his shirt just to find you wearing it

-  Sam meeting your large and slightly embarrassing family

-   Working out together in the gym across the road

-  Going on walks around the neighborhood.

Imagine Meeting Sam At Stanford

Originally posted by supernaturalismykryptonite

Author’s Note: This really makes me miss my Stanford!Sam series, I need to work on that some more. I hope you all like it! - Haley xx 


Your name: submit What is this?

It was your first day of class at Stanford Universe and you were nervous as hell. You had your school map in one hand and a Starbucks cup in the other. The campus was gigantic compared to the little community college you had transferred from.

You pushed passed a group of friends and made your way into the history building. The line to the elevator was ridiculous, so you went up the two flight of stairs. “If only this map had a layout of every building,” you mumbled, folding it up. Now that you, hopefully, were in the right building, it was time to find the classroom.

There were students standing around every few doors, waiting for them to be opened. You couldn’t remember the classroom number and standing in the middle of the hallway made that loud and clear. “Are you lost?”

You twirled and looked up.

“Uh,” you said, your mind going blank for a second. “Yeah, I am. I’m new.”

“I’m Sam,” he smiled. Sam was extremely cute with his dimples and shaggy hair. And way too tall. “What class are you looking for?”

“I can’t remember the official name, but it’s some form of American History with Steinbeck.”

Sam smiled, “I have that too. It’s right down here,” he jutted his thumb over his shoulder. “Come on.”

You followed him as he walked down the hall. “I’m Y/N, by the way,” you said, catching up with him.

“Well, Y/N, you should sit with me. I’ll get you caught up. I can help you find your other classes too,” Sam offered, opening up the classroom door for you.

You blushed. “That would be great, Sam. Thanks.”

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Title: 12 Days of Sabriel – Day 1
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Summary:
‘Showing up late to class with a Starbucks’ is not Sam’s style at all. Not showing up to class at all because the guy working at Starbucks is confusingly handsome is totally Sam’s style.
Warnings:
Underage Drinking (< 21 years)

Sabriel || Fluff || Height Difference || Coffee Shop AU || College AU || Sam is a Starbucks virgin || OC: Bagel || Advent Calendar Fic

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I wish you would write a fic where Dean gets deaged (Around 4ish preferably?) and Sam is WAY too tall (kinda scares him?) and Cas looks a bit intimidating and it ends up where he only allows Gabriel to pick him up and stuff because he's charming and short so he's not too high up?? It surprises Sam and Cas to say the least. Maybe cuddles? Idk *hides face and shame* (maybe mentally and physically? It can go both or either ways) I'm sorry but this is too cute to imagine. Thanks a bunch!

Send me an anonymous ask completing the sentence “I wish you would write a fic where…”

“I don’t get it.”

“Whining is unbecoming, Sammy.”

“I am not whining!”

“Yes, you are,” Dean’s thin, childish voice piped up.

Sam glared at him. “You don’t get a say in it, traitor.”

“Traitor?” Dean repeated. Tears welled up in his eyes.

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Outlander filming Edinburgh 20/1/2017

So this happened yesterday.

Stood in the cold for 9 hours but it was worth it.

It all started at 1230 when I finished work. Rode my bike home, packed all the essentials in my bag (this included The Making of Outlander, sharpie, snacks and water) and off I went get a train to Edinburgh.

Finally arrived in Edinburgh at 1430 and went straight to Bakehouse Close. Based on pics on SM from past couple of days, I knew that I wouldn’t see much from the top of Bakehouse Close and I sorta knew the place I gotta be, and what it looked like. Off I went hunting for it.

It wasn’t as hard to find as I thought considering there were more than 50/60 people stood at the place. Imagine my surprise when I got there! The twice that I was at Dowanhill before this, there were less than 20 people!

Managed to squeeze myself to the middle but was still in the second row behind people who have been there everyday since Tuesday and have gotten pics and countless autographs already. (Give me a chance, man!!!)

Well, anyways. Cait and Sam were supposed to arrive at 4pm. As the minutes went by, everyone got excited but they didn’t arrive. Tick tock tick tock and before you knew it, it was already 5pm. Still no sign of them.

Suddenly, Cait appeared from behind a truck and was hurrying onto set! She didn’t stop for any pics or autographs and most of the fans were certainly caught off guard by her appearance. She smiled and waved courteously to us and went by. Minutes later, Sam did the same but I did catch an “oh wow” from him as he walked by regarding the size of the crowd. Similar to Cait, Sam smiled and waved and walked into the close.

The fans couldn’t see any of the filming. All we could hear was grunts and Cait screaming JAMIEEEEE every couple of minutes. The crowd started to thin as the night went on.

I have to mention that the crew was very kind to the fans. They offered us food whenever we walked past their food station. They even started handing out rolls at one point. We even got a choice of what roll we wanted! #bestcrew!!

This all happened before 6pm. According to some extras who I managed to speak to, they were scheduled for a half hour break at 9pm. Was totally expecting the cast to come out then but the minutes and hours ticked by, with no sign of them whatsoever. At this point, there were probably less than 20 of us left.

One of the crew came out around 11ish to let us know that they wouldn’t be out until 230am. A friend of mine decided to go get some food at this point. I decided to follow her to stretch my legs. We were away for 15-20 minutes and came back to find out that Cesar Domboy and John Bell was just there signing autographs and taking pics!! Imagine my dismay when I got back!!! Uuuugggghhhhhh I was so bummed by this point, my hands were cold and legs were freezing so much so I just felt numb physically and emotionally.

But guess who decided to save my day about 20 minutes later. Out comes the beautiful and gorgeous Caitriona Balfe. After 7 hours of continuous filming, she looks radiant and just shines as she comes out of the close. She thanks all the fans for waiting out in the cold. Got a picture with her and an autograph for my friend. She was so natural in the way she spoke to us and even asked us who was gonna be in Edinburgh on Saturday to join the #womensmarch. Seriously, you can’t have a better role model to look up to. She slowly made her way through the fans making sure everyone got what they wanted.

Couple minutes later, Sam joined the party. His face was covered in soot (book readers, I bet you know what scene they were filming here) but he had the biggest smile on his face. Following Cait’s lead, he made his way through the fans. He signed autographs and took pics with all the fans and just chatted to us all.

Just to let you guys know, I’m relatively short; 5'3. When he was taking a pic with me, I went on my tip toes and sorta said out loud without meaning it “Sam, you’re too tall”. With no hesitation whatsoever, he bent down to my height so that his head was just inches higher than mine for the picture. 😂

Cait left slightly before Sam. As always, thanking everyone before she left. Sam stayed on for longer. Even when rushed by the crew who kept warning “Sammy boy, last one. Sammy, last one”, he continued on chatting with us. Once he was done, he thanked us all and left to take off all the soot and costume.

The last train from Edinburgh to Glasgow was at 2330, which I clearly missed. Not sure about late night buses but I was offered a lift from another fan who lived in Glasgow! She sent me home to my doorstep. Outlander fans are the best! Finally home at 230am.

So that was my third Outlander filming experience. I am so lucky to live in Glasgow to be able to witness all this! And if you made it this far in my post, thank you for reading it and I hope you enjoyed it ☺️ Feel free to ask me any questions if you have any.

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River
A Supernatural Christmas fic by evansrogerskitten

This is for @winchester-writes SPN Christmas Song Challenge. My item was Spiced Cider and my song was “River” by Sarah McLachlan.

Word Count: 5572 (writer’s block is gone! Yay!) Also posted on AO3

Dean x Reader, Sam

Warnings: Angst, Discussion of a head injury, language, alcohol, Drunk Sam, SMUT, fluff, brief mention of death of a parent and grief

Thanks to my beta @andromytta You’re the best! Gifs and images aren’t mine, thanks to those artists. Tagging my girls @thewife101cevans  @marvelmom @avenger-nerd-mom @ek823 @pearljamkaren @deathbyukmen

“Owww…” I muttered as I tipped my head to the side, still dizzy from my concussion and the loss of blood. I looked around, suddenly remembered the monsters that had left me in this musty barn. It’d been dark and snowing, and last I remembered was the sneer as someone came up behind me and then hit me over the head.

The trickles of warm blood running down my temple dropped to my cheek, and I woke startled and afraid. I pulled at the ropes restraining my wrists, but they hadn’t loosened. I was still trapped.

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My Best Friend’s Brother Part 3

 Title: My Best Friend’s Brother

Summary: Back in college you and Sam Winchester were the best of friends, you had even introduced him to Jess and became the official third wheel, the three of you were inseparable until Jess’s death and then your best friend just disappeared from your life. A few years later living in New York City you run into your ex best friend and piece some things together about his mysterious life. You and Dean grow close, he becomes your best friend too, but can you keep your feeling platonic and brotherly like they are with Sam?

Pairing: Eventual Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam x Reader (Best friends)

Warnings: language, eventual smut in future parts

A/N: thank you to everyone who has given feedback or just liked and shared these, I’m pretty new to tumblr and have been extremely anxious about putting my writing out there and so even if all you said was love it or can’t wait for the next part you made my day and are why I keep writing<3  please keep giving feedback, whether it’s positive or negative I want to hear it. As long as people keep liking these i will keep writing it. I don’t know how many parts i’ll do but for now i will probably have a new chapter out every night or every other night. if you would like to be tagged let me know, and like I said last time if anyone can help me out with making a linkable master list thing I would really appreciate it.

You sat with your legs crossed, a book in your lap, and a huge smile on your face between the Winchester brothers in the front of the impala. You had tried to sit in the back but figured out pretty soon you get car sick easily and Sam was too tall to sit in the back comfortably so here you were the three of you sitting up front you wedged between the two and you couldn’t be more excited. You and the boys had spent most of the night arguing about you becoming a hunter but in the end you got your way…

“Y/N there is no way in hell I am letting you become a hunter, I’ll teach you some basics on how to protect yourself but you are not hunting with us, you have a life and you should live it” Dean was pacing and lecturing you while you sat on the couch trying to think of ways to convince them to bring you along. Sam sat in the chair across the room trying to figure out a way to talk you out of this but he remembered how stubborn you were in college and knew this would be a losing battle for him and Dean.

“Dean, what life?! I have no friends here, I have no family, I work at a bookstore that is about to be closed and can barely afford this apartment, I have no ties and I wasn’t to help.”

“ Wait, what do you mean no family? What happened to them?” Dean questioned, you tensed up at this and looked down.

“Umm Y/N grew up in the foster care system, Dean, she was never adopted or anything so she doesn’t have any known family.”

“Oh, sorry, Y/N, I didn’t know…”

“Its ok Dean I don’t tell too many people, but the fact of the matter is Sam was the closest thing I ever did have to a family and I want to be able to help people, to save them like you do, I know I’m not ready yet so for now I can just do research and talk to citizens and things, the busy work, while you guys do the physical work, you can train me in your own time and when you say I’m ready I can fight with you, but till then I will just do everything in my power to make hunts as easy as possible for you, please Dean I want to help, and I don’t want to be alone again, please…” You gave Dean the best puppy dog eyes you could muster, from the corner of your eye you thought you saw Sam crack a smile…

“Ughhhh, damn it Y/N” Dean rubbed his face and put his face in his hands, “We leave in the morning so you better be packed and ready to leave by 8am”.

“OH MY GOD THANK YOU DEAN I PROMISE YOU WON’T REGRET THIS, AHHH YAY YAY YAY!!!” You squealed and practically tackled him to the ground in a crushing hug.

 

You smirked at this memory, you looked up at Dean and smiled, he looked over at you and laughed shaking his head, “You sure are a force to reckoned with, I bet you always get your way”

You lightly pushed him, “You’d be surprised, I think it’s just you Winchester boys with a soft spot for me” you winked at him giggling. He shook his head again at you but you could see him struggling to hold back a smile, then he lowered his right hand squeezing your leg as he smiled at you, you felt like your heart my burst out of your chest, you knew you were probably bright red, you could feel that tension between the two of you and before either of you could say anything you Sam let out a snore so loud he woke himself up. You and Dean couldn’t hold back your laughter and began to make fun of Sam, you realized about 10 minutes into this banter though that Dean hadn’t moved his hand from your leg…

…………………………..

“For the next month we’ll be in and out of motels, we’ve got a lot of hunts lined up, but once things settle down we will take you to the bunker and we can clean out a room for you to set up as your own.” Sam had explained the bunker they’d found and set up as a make shift home, you couldn’t wait to get there and make it your home too, but for now you’d be living out of the Impala and sketchy motel rooms.

“I can’t wait Sammy, thank you, for everything” you were seated on the bed with books and notes scattered around you, you’d pretty much be stuck in the room for all of the hunts until Dean could get you your fake paperwork and id’s. “You look very professional in that suit Sammy” You said looking over his FBI suit.

“what about me sweetheart how do I look in this?” Dean walked out of the bathroom in his suit and it practically took your breath away. He looked unbelievably hot and those pants hugged him in all the right places…

“Umm ya you look great too Dean really great” you stuttered out feeling your face get hot you pretended to be suddenly very interested in the papers in front of you.

“Alright we’ll be back in a few hours, get whatever information you can but don’t kill yourself like Sammy usually does when reading this stuff”

“I won’t don’t worry” you smiled at them as they walked out.

You had spent about 4 hours doing research and then decided to surf the channels. You landed on one of your favorite movies Finding Nemo. The room was very cold and you were starting to shiver. You’d really only packed light layers since that’s all you had room for and stuck the rest of your things in storage till you got to the bunker but you’d managed to forget your favorite sweatshirts and only had t-shirts to wear. You noticed a plaid green flannel peeking out of Dean’s bag and it looked so big and cozy you thought to yourself he wouldn’t mind if you wore it for a few hours, and anyways you could take it off before they got back to the bunker so he’d never know you’d borrowed it… you took your white t-shirt off and grabbed his shirt slipping it on and buttoning it up. It was perfectly big and cozy on you and came down just below your black yoga shorts. You also put your favorite fuzzy socks on and felt so much warmer. You crawled into the bed trying to research but getting distracted by the movie on the tv until eventually you felt yourself dozing off.

……………..

You slowly woke to the sound of voices in the room and a dip in the bed, you rubbed your eyes under your glasses and sat up looking around.

“Great work Y/N, all these notes you took are really helpful, we’ll probably be able to get in and out tonight and get on the road by morning. I’m going to go pick us up some food any requests?” Sam grabbed the car keys and made his way towards the door.

“Surprise me Sammy, but make sure to bring back a big cup of coffee please”

“Will do” and with that Sam left. You then moved your gaze to where you felt the bed dip and saw Dean back in his usual jeans and t-shirt sprawled out on the bed. He was flipping through tv channels, you become suddenly aware of the fact you were still in his shirt.

“It looks good on you”

“Hmm?” pulling you from your thoughts.

“My shirt, it looks good on you” he stated without looking from the tv.

“Oh, thank you, sorry I didn’t mean to take it without asking, I just was so cold and I stupidly didn’t pack very well for this month on the road, I can change and give it back…” you mumbled feeling your face get redder by the second.

“Baby girl its fine, you’re more than welcome to borrow my clothes any time, there’s no need to ask” he laid his hand on yours as he said this putting you at ease, you looked up to see him staring at you with those beautiful eyes. “Besides, I rather like the idea of you in my shirt, especially if you’ve got nothing else on underneath…” he trailed off looking down at your legs, his shirt was so big it covered up your shorts giving off the impression that you were naked under his shirt.

“oh, oh no I have shorts on they’re just short shorts and your shirt is so big on me it covers them” You said quickly lifting the button down up to show that you did indeed have bottoms on.

Dean chuckled, “relax baby girl I was only joking with you” He settled back to watch some old western on the tv and you relaxed into the bed almost dozing off again. “I hope you don’t mind sharing a bed with me” you were snapped from your thoughts again at this, “It’s just Sammy is just a giant he usually needs the bed to himself and me and you would fit more comfortably in a bed together, if it bothers you I can just take the floor though”

“Of course not, it doesn’t bother me at all, I will warn you though I’m a cuddler so I’m sorry if you wake up to me hugging you in my sleep” you giggled.

“I have absolutely no issues with that sweetheart” he stared at you again and you thought for the millionth time your heart might jump into your throat.

“hey guys I grabbed some salads and burgers and a coffee for you” Sam walked in hands full as he handed you your coffee, “and an apple pie for the two of you to share, yes share Dean, Y/N here likes pie almost as much you do but don’t worry it’s a big pie.

The three of you sat talking eating and laughing and you couldn’t remember a time you felt more content. The boys headed out after eating and you tried to wait up but sleep took over.

…………………………..

You awoke a few hours later to a big strong arm wrapping around you and pulling you to him.

“Hey how’d the hunt go?” your voice groggy with sleep. You rolled in Dean’s arms to face him.

“We got the ghost but it was a little more difficult than we thought it’d be, Sam is tying up some loose ends and sent me back to get some shut eye. Sorry for grabbing you like this, I’ll get on my side of the bed, it’s just…” Dean couldn’t quite figure out what to say but you understood, you stopped him from pulling away and wrapped your arms around him.

“I actually get pretty intense nightmares at night so I think most nights I will need you to hold me, as long as that’s ok with you” you smiled up at Dean, suddenly very aware of how little affection these boys have probably received in their lives and your heart ached for them. Dean returned that smile pulling you closer.

“I mean if that’s what you need who am I to deny a pretty girl comfort” You giggled at this and the room fell silent again, “Thank you Y/N” you closed your eyes and rested your head on his chest

“Of course Dean” and then sleep overtook you yet again with dreams of a gorgeous green eyed man.

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There’s only a few months left to graduation and Dean doesn’t think that he’ll make it. He has more important things to do anyway. Half the time, his dad’ll happily tell him to pack a duffel and hop in the passenger seat. Half the time, he stays behind and makes sure Sammy is fed and off to school.

Really, Dean’s not sure which one of those is the most important.

But high school. That definitely isn’t even a blip on the radar for himself. All the most important things, he learns from his dad and he learns from the hunt. There isn’t time for a school that tries to teach him pre-calc and Shakespeare. What use will that be?

So maybe he keeps skipping. (Maybe he’s probably - definitely - thinking about just quitting). But there’s always Sam, talking excitedly about his day and all the things he’s learning and asking if Dean can help with the homework.

Sometimes, Dean thinks Sam just wants to make sure he’s learning too.

Still, Sam’s nagging is better than Dad’s.

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