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The Period Chronicles: Sam’s Story

Summary: I mentioned it a while back, but I’m doing a series of short reader inserts where the reader is on her period and how the Men of Supernatural react to it. Each guy will get a story. Some with fluff, some (might) be smutty. Thanks to my lovely Smut Club friends for helping me with this!

Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader

Pairing: SamXReader

Warnings: Profanity, talk of periods and blood.

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Shit. Shit. Shit.

You frantically pull everything out from under the bathroom cabinet, put it all back, then pull it all out again. Damn it! They’re not there.

You rip open the door of the medicine cabinet, knocking everything into the sink as you search in vain. There’s a knock at the door and Dean calls out to you.

“Y/N? Everything okay in there?”

You take a deep breath and prepare yourself, coming out of the bathroom to face him. “Dean, I need a big favor. Like, a really, really BIG favor.”

He stares down at you, concern and amusement spreading across his face. “Are you about to ask me for sex? Cause hey, you’re totally hot, but I’m gonna have to pass. Sam wouldn’t be too happy with me.”

“No! Not for sex! And what do you mean, Sam wouldn’t be too happy?” You ask curiously. Dean doesn’t get time to elaborate because a sharp pain hits your stomach, causing you to bend over and groan.

“Holy shit, what’s wrong with you?” He cries out in alarm. “Are you sick?”

“No, dumbass. I started this morning and it hurts like a bitch.” You hiss through clenched teeth.

“Started? Started what?” he asks, looking confused. You glare up at him and it suddenly clicks. “Oh, God, gross.”

“Excuse me?”

“I mean, not gross. Just um, wow, I guess. Can I-” he trails off, running a hand through his hair. “Can I do anything? You said you needed a favor right?”

“Yes.” You straighten up and look him right in the eye. “I need you to go to the store for me.”

“For…chocolate?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

“For tampons. And Midol.” You snap. “I thought I had some under the cabinet, but apparently I’m out and I can’t go to the store like this.”

“Um, Y/N, I know we’re friends and all, but I can’t go buy that stuff. I wouldn’t even know what to get. Maybe you should ask Sam.” Dean has backed up a few feet from you, hands in front of him like he’s trying to surrender.

“Ask Sam what?” Sam comes from the direction of the library. “What’s going on?”

“Y/N’s on her lady thing. She needs stuff from the store.” Dean blurts before you can say anything.

Sam rolls his eyes. “Lady thing? You mean menstruation, Dean?”

“Ew, dude. Don’t use that word. It’s weird.” Dean grimaces. You and Sam both slug his arm.

“It’s not gross. It’s just a bodily function.” Sam turns to you. “Write me down whatever you need, I’ll make a run.”

You smile gratefully. “Thank you so much. I really appreciate it.”

He waves a hand. “It’s fine. I don’t mind at all.”

You scribble down what you need and hand him the list. You make it back to your bed and collapse. Your cramps aren’t as bad as you’d thought they’d be. You only hope Sam makes it home before they really kick in so you can choke down some Midol.

Sam’s back in about half an hour. He knocks and enters, dropping the supplies on your bed. “I got everything on your list, except the ice cream. Dairy products make cramps worse, did you know that? I got you some black cohosh too, it’s supposed to be good for the pain.”

You stare daggers at him. “No fucking ice cream?”

“Hey, I’m just trying to help. Don’t get mad. I did get you chocolate, it’s supposed to be beneficial somehow.” You start to stand up and realize that he’s staring at the bed.

“What?” You turn around and see a deep red stain on your sheets. “Ugh, fuck me. Sorry Sam. Didn’t mean for you to see that.” You know if it’s on the bed, it’s on your sweatpants too. Damn it.

He clears his throat. “It’s fine. Why don’t you take a shower and get cleaned up, and I’ll toss all that in the wash for you?”

“You don’t mind?” You practically gape at him.

“Not at all. It’s no big deal.” He starts pulling the sheets off the bed. “Go take your shower. I got this.”

“Thanks Sammy.” You head for the bathroom, stripping your clothes off and stepping into the tub. The hot water feels amazing, easing the tension and aches out of your body. You couldn’t be more grateful to Sam right now. He’s just too sweet. You’ll have to find some way to thank him.

There’s a knock and Sam calls to you through the door. “Y/N? Do you want me to toss your clothes in with the sheets? We might be able to save them if we wash them right away.”

“That’s fine! They’re right by the door, just grab them!” You yell over the water. You hear the door open and close.

You’re finished with your shower, so you turn off the water and step out, then let out a shriek when you see Sam standing there.

“Sam!”

He stares for a few seconds, then turns his back to you.  “Sorry! Sorry. I thought you might need your tampons when you got out. I was just going to put them on the sink for you.”

You quickly wrap yourself in a towel. Sam is still standing with his back to you. You walk to him and touch his shoulder. “Sam, I’m covered. It’s fine.”

He turns slowly as if he’s making sure you’re actually covered up. “I’m sorry.” He repeats, looking red and embarrassed. “I’ll, uh-” he thrusts the box of tampons in your hands. “I’ll just go.” He practically runs out of the bathroom.

You can’t help but laugh out loud. Poor Sam.

When you step out of the bathroom, Dean is standing in the hallway, grinning ear-to-ear. “I hear you’re putting on peep shows. Can I get in on that?”

You shove his chest. “Screw you Winchester. I’m still mad at you.”

His face falls. “I know. I’m sorry, okay?”

“It’s fine. Some guys can’t handle stuff like this. Can’t all be as great as Sam, can you?” you tease.

He ruffles your hair. “Maybe tell him that.”

You nod and head for his room. The door is open so you just walk in. He’s sitting on the end of the bed, flipping through a book. “Sam? Thank you for everything.”

He looks up at you and before you’ve even realized what you’re doing, you cross the room and plant your lips on his. He automatically cradles your head in his hand and after a moment, he pulls you so that you’re sitting sideways in his lap, your legs dangling over his right one.

You break the kiss and he’s smiling at you. “That was one hell of a thank you.”

You giggle. “Yeah, imagine what I’d done if you’d actually brought home my ice cream?”

He throws back his head and laughs, then yells out into the hallway. “Dean, give me your keys. I forgot something at the store!”


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Preferences: Panic Attack

TRIGGER WARNING - I’ll be putting this (and any other preference that I feel may be triggering to some) under a read-more.

Warnings: Mentions of various panic attack symptoms. Mentions of flashbacks. Mentions of detachment.

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The Book Of Eve

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Characters: Crowley, Reader, Dean, Sam

Word count: 2122

Warnings: swearing

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“What the hell do you want asshole?” You spat through gritted teeth.

“Now now, I know you’re not happy to see me but there’s no need to be unpleasant” he smirked as he took a step closer to you. You hated Crowley, he’d hurt Castiel a lot and he used Sam and Dean all the time for his own benefits.


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Here’s my entry for this year’s SPNSummerGen, based on tyrsibs’s prompt:  “Dude, it’s right on the brochure. Guided tours, gift shop - castle ghost

Note: I feel like I need a hug… so this happened. <3

Originally posted by totallysupernaturaloneshots

Though they may be few and far between, I imagine that in Lucifer’s more sensitive moments, his hugs are amazing…


They would be firm and all encompassing, as if the rest of the world failed to exist and the only thing that mattered was you. 

One arm locked protectively around your shoulders, the other at your waist, with fingers splayed apart in an effort to cover as much of you as he possibly could.

His cheek would rest against the top of your head as he’d gently close his eyes, slowing his breathing down so his chest barely rose and fell as it was pressed up to yours.

Absently his thumb runs back and forth over the small of your back, like he wants to comfort you but doesn’t know how, relying on what little human instinct still lingers in his vessel. 

His firm but gentle hold of you feels like the safest place you could be, even with your face resting against his chilled chest listening to the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing.

His hugs never last long enough though, regardless of how much time actually passes with you in his arms. Eventually he pulls away, looking down at you with a hint of a fond smile on his lips. You know well who he is, what he has done, and what he will likely continue to do… But for those stolen moments in his arms, and the gentleness he exhibits when close to you, you find it hard to ever want to be away from him…