Request: SamxReader, reader looses her mum and she and Sam, who maybe had something in the past, meet up again, and he helps her through it. Smut maybe?
Warnings: Death of reader’s mother, smut
Old papers and files scattered the floor of your mother’s home office. Trash bags were placed strategically throughout the room, ready to be filled. You sat in the center of the room, hastily shoving things in to the bag you’d placed on your lap. Maybe you should’ve been looking through them, maybe you should’ve been checking to see if any of it was important, but at the moment it simply didn’t matter to you. The sooner you got all this crap gone, the sooner you could relax. If you’d have known just how hard this would be, you would’ve put it off, come after the news of your Mother’s death really had time to settle in.
You’d gotten the call a week ago from one of the neighbors, she’d told you your mother had been in a car accident. Apparently when the ambulance arrived the damage to her body had been much too serious to fix. Though her heart was still beating there was simply no way she’d be able to survive. Sure enough, on the ride to the hospital her heart stopped, she arrived D.O.A. It was strange to think your mother, a hunter of ten years, had been taken out by something so utterly normal.
The next item you found getting ready to be shoved in to the trash bag was a photograph, a baby blue picture frame encasing it. You smiled down at it in your hands, seeing the faces of your mom and you smiling back. It was a picture from Halloween when you were five, your mother was dressed in a witch costume, and you as a dinosaur.
You set the photo aside in a ‘keep’ pile, and moved on. The sheer amount of journals and sketchbooks filled with hunting instructions was a bit overwhelming. Though your mother had quit hunting four years ago, when you’d moved away, it seemed she’d kept the information in case it was ever needed. You threw it all in the bag, no one needed to remember those things. One thing caught your eye before it all went in though, a picture from when you were eighteen, a tall boy standing next to you with his arms wrapped around your shoulders. Sam Winchester.
Back when you and your mother were both still hunting, you’d met a man named John Winchester and his two sons, Sam and Dean. You’d been working on a case involving a vengeful spirit, and things seemed to go smoother with them around. It’s not like it had anything to do with your massive crush on Sam. Although he was the youngest of the Winchesters, he was also the tallest, and most certainly the nicest. His brother and father were both a bit abrasive, never really wanting to talk things out when it came down to it. He was kinder, softer, but deadly all the same. The three of them had stayed in contact with you and your mom through the entirety of your hunting days. Though they had a mission of their own, they were willing to lend a hand where they could. And it certainly didn’t hurt that you and Sam tended to hook up whenever they were around.
The moment you and Sam started to really talk it was clear you had quite a lot in common. Every time the five of you would work cases together you’d always be sure to get some alone time with him, chatting about your pasts, or futures, something it seemed John was extremely restrictive about. You had been his escape back then. The quick kisses and secret glances had been well hidden from the others, but it never made them mean any less. You had loved him and he had loved you. Saying goodbye to him as you left your home and town behind was one of the hardest things you’d ever had to do, but both of you understood it was the right thing. The hunting life just wasn’t for you, it never had been.
You sighed, shoving the picture in to the trash bag. That was the past, it was time to move on.
By the time you’d managed to go through all of the papers it was creeping up on 7 pm. You had moved all the bags to the trash bin out side and swept the floor. The things which you were keeping were piled neatly on the desk. You thought about staying at a hotel but decided against it, this technically was your house now. You mother left you the house and everything in it considering you were the only real family member she had left.
You took a seat at the kitchen table. It was strange sitting there alone, the memories of eating pancakes and bacon with your mom on days off seemed to vanish. It was just you know. The thought was painful, knowing you’d never see her again, never hear the smile in her voice as she teased you for sleeping in. You didn’t even notice you were crying until there were warm tears dripping on to your arm. Your mother had always been there for you and now she was just gone.
You hadn’t cried all that much in the past few days. Sure the news had crushed you, but it was strange, you hadn’t seen her in a few years since you’d moved, it was like it didn’t hurt as much as it should’ve. It seemed this house was bringing out all sorts of memories and feelings today.
That’s when you heard it. It wasn’t a loud noise, but it was definitely loud enough to hear from downstairs.
“What the hell?” You whispered to yourself. It seemed you were much less alone than you’d originally thought.
With the silent steps of hunter you made your way to the second floor of the house. The moment you reached the top of the steps the noise seemed to stop. You frowned, figuring it had been nothing. As you went to go back down the stairs however it started again, louder this time, the noise easily spreading throughout the house.
You jumped, nearly falling backwards. You grabbed a screwdriver, the only thing you could seem to find as a weapon, and made your way through the hallway. Whatever it was, it seemed to be coming from your old room, so that’s where you went, your screwdriver held out in front of you. The door opened easy and with the first few steps you took it was like walking back in time. Everything was as you left it when you moved, your bed, your old clothes, all of it.
Walking towards the back of the room you closed in on the window, the only place you could think the noise would possibly be coming from. You could just make out a figure beyond the glass, the dark of the night preventing you to see much more than an outline. You undid the lock on the window, pulling it up hesitantly. The figure- you could tell they were a guy now, pushed his way through the small opening, clearly much too large for it.
He stood up straight, and you were able to see his features clearly now. He had to be at least 6'4, shoulder length chestnut hair, hazel eyes, and stubble scattering his jaw and chin.
“Sam,” his name left your lips in a whisper as you stared at him. He looked good. He looked really good.
“Hi Y/N,” He gave you a wide smile, his dimples appearing on his cheeks.
“I… What are you doing here?” You didn’t mean to sound so blunt, but when the guy you’d dated randomly shows up after years of not talking, a girl’s going to have a few questions.
“I heard you were back in town, and about your mom,” He trailed off. The mere mention of her hurt, and you nodded, looking down.
“Yeah, it was a, a car accident,” Your eyes drifted to his, the same ones you stared in to, telling your thoughts and wishes so many years back. “Wait,” A thought crossed your mind. “You said you heard I was in town, sure. But how did you know I’d be here tonight?” He froze up, a sheepish smile making it’s way across his face.
“Well I’ve been… watching out for you,” You smirked.
“So you’ve been stalking me?” He scratched at the back of his neck.
“N-no, I’ve been looking around to see when you’d get here,” You laughed.
“Okay, fine,” You looked behind him, gesturing to the window. “But why the window? There is a door you know,” He followed your gaze, moving to close the window and lock it.
“I don’t know, I guess old habits die hard,” You smiled fondly at the memories of him climbing on to the slope of your roof, tapping on the window in the night. Your mom loved Sam, but if she’d known he was spending the night, she would have had his had on a platter. He looked towards your hand, spotting the screwdriver.
“That’s what you brought for self defense,” He raised an eyebrow and you gave a shrug.
“It was the only thing I could find,” He chuckled.
“Glad I came then, looks like you’re in need of extra protection,” You rolled your eyes.
“So what are you doing here anyway, other than coming to visit? It doesn’t seem like a Winchester to drop by out of the blue, you must have some reason to be in the area,” You could see him stiffen up slightly at your question.
“I just wanted to check in, making sure you were doing okay, you know with everything,” He was clearly lying, and you knew it. You nodded along anyway though, figuring whatever it was, he didn’t want to talk about it. You made your way towards the door, setting the screwdriver on the nightstand as you went.
“You coming?” Turning back around you could see Sam still standing where he had been.
“Where are we going?” He followed along behind you.
“To the magical place where food comes from.”
“So the kitchen?”
After nearly cutting off three of your fingers in an attempt to open the packaging of a frozen pizza, and almost setting the stove on fire due to you not-so-great cooking skills, you and Sam both had a plate with only mildly burnt pizza.
You grimaced at the crunching noise it made as you bit down, and looked over to Sam, who seemed had no problem with the pizza. The room was silent apart from the noises of chewing, no words being said. With anyone else it would likely seem awkward, but with Sam it seemed fine. Silence was comfortable with Sam, no words needing to be exchanged.
When you had both eaten what you could, you dumped the remains in to the trashcan and moved your plates to the sink. It was strange, standing there as you turned on the faucet, Sam coming up beside you to grab a drying towel. It brought you back to when you were eight, sitting on the counter as your mother washed the dishes, and you dried them, singing some Beatles song horribly off key. Her favorite had always been Here Comes The Sun, it was short, and she knew all the lyrics, so the two of you would hold out one of the big cooking spoons and belt out the lyrics in to it.
Reaching for the washcloth seemed ten times harder than it should have been as your walls slowly chipped away, every memory another swing from a pickax. Your mother was gone and you were here, every single move an effort to not break down. It was too much, unhealthy even, and you knew if you let it build up it would only get worse, so you let go. You let it all out, hoping that just maybe it would relieve some of the pain. Gripping on to the edge of the sink, you let the tears roll down your cheeks, sobs wracking your body.
Arms wrapped their way around you, pulling you in to a large, warm chest. It was nice, having someone there to hold you, especially that someone being Sam. He would never rush anything, never make you talk when you didn’t want to, but no matter what he would be there as long as you needed him. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his hands gently smoothing down your hair. The two of you stayed like that for a while, standing in the kitchen, wrapped in each other, even once you’d calmed down.
When you finally did pull back, his eyes stayed on you, his gaze not one of pity, but only of concern. That was something great about Sam, he never looked at people like wounded animals, he never thought of them as broken, he merely saw them as what they were, he looked at them knowing they were capable of being fixed, and you loved him for that. You loved him for everything.
And just like that, you were seventeen again, standing on you tiptoes in front of Sam Winchester, your lips brushing against his. Except now, you weren’t stealing kisses after hunts, before you parted ways. Now it was just the two of you, free to be with each other in an empty house which was now only yours.
Sam smiled against your lips, his hand moving down to squeeze at your hips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his down closer to deepen the kiss. There was no fight for dominance, you gladly let him take control, moaning against his mouth as his tongue mapped out your every curve and turn. It could’ve been thirty years since you’d last seen each other, time didn’t matter, he would always remember the way you tasted and felt.
You raked your hands through Sam’s hair and he lifted you gently, letting you wrap your legs around his waist. Somehow he managed to make it up the stairs and down the hall to your room with out falling. It’s not like you needed privacy or anything, there was no one to barge in anyway, but it seemed that it brought some sort of normalcy to be somewhere you’d gone so many times in the past.
You pulled off your shirt quickly the moment you hit the bed, and you watched as he did the same, moving to unclasp your bra. Quickly wiggling out of your pants, you backed yourself up, moving until you lay against the pillows. Sam hovered above you, his hands at your sides so he could stay up as he pressed kissing down your chest and stomach, stopping when he reached your hips. Hooking his thumbs beneath the band of your underwear he pulled them off in one swift movement, tossing them carelessly to the side.
He grinned up at you from between your legs and pressed feather-light kisses to the inside of your thighs, his warm breath moving across your center. You let out a small whimper and pressed yourself closer to him. He ran his tongue between your folds, earning a moan from you. Your eyes fluttered shut, weaving your fingers in to his long hair, the soft strands tangling around your fingers.
He moved his lips around your clit, replacing his tongue with two long fingers, pressing them in to you. You bucked slightly against his fingers, your spare hand moving to grip at the sheets. It wasn’t long before you felt that all too familiar coil building in your stomach. He pressed his teeth to your clit gently and curled his fingers inside you, skillfully hitting your g spot, and with that you were gone, yelling his name between moans. He lifted his head up from between your legs, his chin wet with your juices as he smiled at you.
Crawling his way back to eye level, he dragged his hands down your sides, making you shiver. His lips connected with yours and you could taste yourself on his mouth, your fingers sliding down his chest until they reached his belt, undoing it as quickly as a possible.
“God, I missed this,” He sighed against you, moving his lips against your neck, sucking extremely visible hickeys against your collar bone.
“Me too,” You panted, helping him shimmy out of his jeans. Tossing them to the side, you moved your hand beneath the waist band of his boxers, gripping around his erection.
“Wait,” He grunted. You stopped, looking up at him. “Condom?” You nodded, leaning across the bed to reach your nightstand. Grabbing the little silver wrapper from the drawer you tossed it to him.
“Lucky no one’s touched my room in forever,” He chuckled, rolling it on.
You moved so you were straddling him, pushing down on him until you were sat fully in his lap. He pushed your hair back from your shoulders, his finger tips trailing down your sides until they dug in to your hips. You were fairly sure you’d have bruises in the morning, but in all honesty, you really didn’t care. You went slow at first, still adjusting to his size, but started to speed up until you were bouncing in his lap. His hands moved from your hips to the small of your back, carefully moving you so you laying against the pillows again. He moved one of your legs to wrap around his waist, getting better leverage as he continued to pound in to you.
It wasn’t long until you felt that coil building up once again, your breaths becoming quicker.
“Sam- I’m-” Somehow even with your scrambled words he understood you, placing a quick kiss to your lips.
“Come for me, Baby,"That was all it took, you dug your nails in to his back, his name leaving your lips in a cry. Your legs tightened around his waist, your vision going white. You could feel him twitch inside you, coming as you did.
"Holy shit,” He panted, pulling out, rolling on to his side next to you.
“That was amazing,” You grinned, capturing his lips with yours.
You lay in the dark, one of Sam’s arms holding you against him, the other draped across your stomach, his finger intertwined with your own.
“Sam?” Your voice was quiet.
“Yeah?” He brushed the hair from your face, pushing it behind your shoulder.
“Where’s Dean? Not that I’m complaining, but why are you here alone?"He sighed, the subject clearly not one he wanted to dwell on.
"He’s gone, Y/N,” Gone. You repeated the word in your head a few times. You knew what he meant by it. He didn’t mean he was 'off to Florida’ gone. He meant he was gone for good, just like your mother. You decided to change the subject.
“How long are you staying for?"You moved impossibly closer to him, tucking your head in to his neck.
"However long you want me here,” You smiled, stretching your neck to kiss him quickly.
“I love you, Sam,” You whispered, your grip on his hand tightening.
“I love you too, Y/N,” He smiled, pressing another quick kiss to your forehead. You closed your eyes, wrapped safely in Sam’s arms, falling asleep easily. You were in love, and it was beautiful.
One-shot for dirtyspnimagines: "Imagine John taking out his lonely frustrations on you in a motel"
[AN: first post yo. i’m procrastinating so this is sorta wayyyyy longer and less straightforward than i had in mind. contains moderately rough sex, mind games, sassy!hunter!(y/n), too much whiskey, and some straight up John Winchester bullshit. spoilers for season 2 ep 1.]
..the short moan that escapes your lips is answered by one of his, and you sense that you’ve worked a thread free from the edge of John Winchester, and that you’ve learned how to pull at it, and that he might soon unravel.
Can I Keep You (I hope people catch that) (inspired by imagines from dirtyspnimagines)
It was late. You had just gotten out of the shower. You were dressed for bed in one of Deans shirt, which hung like a dress on your short figure.
“Hey Y/N, wanna watch this old Batman movie with me?” Dean asks from his spot on the crappy hotel couch. He, like you, is dressed for bed, in pajama pants but no shirt.
“Is it the one with Jim Carrey in it?” You ask as you lay down putting your head in his lap.
“Hell yeah it is.” He says as he starts playing with your hair, something he knows you love.
You didn’t even make it pass the first 15 minutes before you clunked out. You awoke later to the sound of porn music and moaning. You could feel Dean shifting around uncomfortably. You hear him clear his throat and feel his hand move down your body resting just above your breast.
“Dean!! What the heck are you doing?! Are you watching porn?!” You yell jerking awake.
“I…nothing. It’s just…the movie…it ended..and the…the remote…” He said turning a bright red and pointing lamely at your feet where you see the remote laying.
“Oh, and I guess you touching me was your way of getting the remote?”
“I..was…just…um…er…uh..” Instead of finishing his sentence Dean just grabs you and kisses you. At first it was hot and filled with lust, but then it slowed down. Dean’s tongue explored your mouth, grazing your teeth, slide over your tongue, and across your lips. His hands found your waist as he lifted you up and sat you on his lap. You take a sharp breath in as you feel his hardness press against your core. You bury your fingers in his hair pulling him closer. Dean’s hand slowly slide up and under your shirt, his finger lightly running up your sides, before gracefully sweeping your shirt off. He lightly pulls you to him and you hear his breath hitch as your chest brushes against his.
His hands are making lazy circles up your body before he cups your breast, thumbs running across your nipples.
“God you’re beautiful” Dean softly says as he starts kissing down your neck to your chest. His tongue makes a lazy circle around your nipple before his teeth captures it. You gasp as your feel his tongue flicker against your nipple, and then a he blows on it lightly before taking it back in his mouth, gently sucking on it.
He quickly drives you into a whimpering, shaking mess. His lips find yours again and you pull back, looking into his green eyes.
“I love you, you know.” You say as you start to grind against him.
“I know.” His is fingers dig into your hips, eyes never leaving yours. You keep up a slow and steady pace, feeling him grow harder and hotter by the minute. You see him clench his jaw, trying to keep control. He lets out a groan as you speed up a little.
“Fuck Y/N!! I can’t..god I want you so bad” he says a he picks you up and carries you to the bed. He wastes no time getting both of you completely naked. He pause to look at you. He runs his hand up and down your body, stoping just above your opening. You arch your back trying to get closer to him. Instead of responding he leans over you, hovering, not touching, just hovering.
“Y/N. You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. I love you in more ways then I thought possible. Can…can I keep you?”
You can only nod Dean wipes away your tears and slowly, gently enters you. You wrap your legs around him and meet his hips thrust for thrust. Your nails rake down his back as you reach your climax, him along with you.
The Fight (Tis a bit lengthy. But who doesn't like a good fight?)
You were pissed. You couldn’t believe he would do that something like that after everything. “You ass!!!!” You yell out in frustration. Wishing he was here to so you could beat the living shit out of him.
“Y/N, I’m sure he has a good reason to do this.” Sam says as he watches you pace back and forth.
“I’ll kill him. I kill him with my bear hands. That asshole!” You say as you clench you hands into fist so hard to feel your nails bite into your skin.
A few minutes later you hear the Impala door slam shut.
“Y/N! Don’t do anything dumb” Sam says as you tear out the door.
“Dean you ass!!” You scream as you reach him, you are so angry you just start hitting and slapping him. ” I hate you! I hate you!” you shriek as Dean captures you and throws you over his shoulders making his way to the hotel room.
“Put me down so I can kill you!” you are swing your arms not caring what you hit.
“Sammy. You might wanna give is a minute or two.” Dean says handing the keys to the Impala to Sam.
As soon as Sammy is out the door Dean throws you on the bed.
“What the heck is your problem?!”
“What is MY problem?! Try having your boyfriend run off with some slut at the bar!! Try having to come back to a shitty motel knowing that he is probably fucking her!!! And then you can ask what my fucking problem is!” You yell as you run at him again trying to connect your fist with anything. Dean easily blocks you and throws you back on the bed.
“First off she was a suspect! Secondly I didn’t sleep with her so calm your tits!”
” You didn’t sleepy with her?! Bullshit! She all but climbed on top of you at the bar! And did you stop her no!! So how to you expect me to believe that you didn’t fuck her?!” You are shaking with anger. You finally got off the bed and are just pacing back in forth.
“Y/N. I care about you to much to do that. I…I could never hurt someone I love.” Deans says quietly as he grabs you arm.
You hear the word love and you snap. You pull him to you and roughly kiss him. He goes to wrap his arms around you but you just push him on the bed.
“Don’t touch me.” You demand as you climb on top of him.
You bend down and start kissing him again, biting at his lower lip making him moan. His hands go to grab at your waist. But you take them and pin them above his head.
“I said. Don’t. Touch.” You say as you pull your shirt off and unhook your bra. You slowly slide the lacy fabric off your shoulders. You hear Dean take in a sharp breath as he watches your hands go up and cup your breast. Your run one of your thumbs across your nipple. And let a moan slip out. You slowly start moving your hips against his growing erection. He moans and starts to move his hips with yours. You grab him by the shirt and pull him up to you, crushing your lips to his. You waste no time getting his many shirts off him. He starts planting kisses and small bites on your collar bone. He goes to wrap his arms around you again.
“Dean. I said don’t tou-” you’re cut off by him picking you up and slamming you back down against the mattress. His mouth quickly finds your breast. His tongue runs tight circles around your nipple, biting just hard enough to get a gasp out of you. His hands are roaming all over your body. They finally get to the button of your jeans and he has them off and on the floor in seconds flat. Before you can even register what is going on he thrust his fingers into you.
“Fuck.” Cry out as he starts pumping into you not being gentle at all. He puts his head down and his tongue finds your clit. You grab his hair and start yanking. He starts to suck on you and adds another finger.
“Oh god! Dean!” You yell as you feel your world shatter apart. Before you can drift back down to earth Dean takes off his pants and thrusts into. Your fingernails scratch down his back as he starts pumping into with all the force of a great typhoon. He grabs one of your legs and throws it over his shoulders so he can go deeper. From this angle he is hitting your g spot and your clit. It’s not long before you feel your world shattering apart for the second time that night with a groan and one finally, powerful thrust Dean releases into you. He collapses on top you, rolls over and pulls you close to him.
“Y/N. I want you to know that I love you and I will never do anything to hurt you.” Dean says.
“But I might try and piss you off more often cause damn this angry sex is great!”
“Dammit Y/N! I told you I didn’t want to go shopping” Dean yells as you pull into the mall parking lot. That’s right you, after a few hours a begging, a blow job, and some damn good sex, Dean finally agreed to let you drive.
“Well I’m tired of wearing the same jeans and your’s or Sam’s tee shirts.” You say as you put the Impala in park.
“I’m not.” Dean says so quietly you hardly hear him. You just reply with an eye roll as you climb out. “30 minutes that’s all I need” you say as you head towards JC Penny’s.
“You better freaking buy me pie afterwards!”
“Ha ha okay.”
45 minutes later you were in the dressing room trying to decide between two dresses.
“Y/N!!! It’s been like 5 hours get out” Dean says from the other side. Acting out of impulse you open the door, grab Dean and pull him in. You have his jacket off before the door even closes. You’ve always enjoyed kissing Dean. Your tongues crashed against each other and his hand roamed your body, tugged at your hair, and pulled you closer.
“God you’re so sexy” Dean moans against your lips. You bite on his bottom lip hard enough to get a gasp out of him. You giggle as he picks you up and slams you against the wall. His hands are at your waist squeezing. You moan as you feel his hand slide under your dress. He rips off your panties and throws them aside.
“Hey! Those’s are my favorite!!” You exclaim.
“Shoulda thought about that before you made me go shopping.” Dean says as he thrust his fingers inside you. You moan and dig your nails into the skin on a back of his neck. Deans starts in with a slow pump as his thumb circles your clit.
“Oh god. Dean. Fuck me, fuck me now” you beg as his hands speeds up. You’re so close you can feel it coming. At the last second Deans stops and replace his fingers with his member. He isn’t gentle as he thrust himself inside and starts pumping into you hard.
“ Oh my god!!” You yell as you feel yourself cumming. But Dean isn’t done. He quickly drops you and forces you on your knees. He rubs his cock while staring at you.
“Open!!” Dean demands. And you obey. Quickly sucking on him and swirling your tongue around the tip.
He grabs your hair and forces your head down. With his hand in your hair you had nowhere to go as Dean fuck your mouth. With a groan you felt a hot liquid slide down your throat.
“Um, excuse me. I’m gonna have to ask you to get out now” you hear from the other side of the changing room door.
“ Well I guess shopping isn’t so bad.” Dean says as you guy exit the store. “I’d be down to do it more often if it ended like that every time. Now, about that pie?”
“How does cherry sound?” You ask with a wink. Dean just gives you a wicked grin and gets into the Impala.