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Summary: The reader calls the only person who can save her. Dean Winchester.
Author: Dean’s Dirty Little Secret
Characters: Dean Winchester x Female Hunter!Reader
Word Count: 1968
Warnings: nsfw, smut, language, character death, cheating
Author’s Notes: This was written for @nichelle-my-belle 4K Angst Challenge. My prompt: If anyone could have saved me, it would have been you. Italics indicate a flashback. Thank you @mamapeterson for your amazing work as beta.
Summary – A
hot meal after a hunt goes south fast – can Sam act fast enough to save the
Word Count – 3,314
Warnings – Allergies
and severe allergic reactions, some angst, and some fluff to make up for the
A/N – Fluffy Sam
request from a sweet Nonnie: “Is it alright if I request a Sam x reader angsty-fluff?
Plot being that some how the reader has an allergic reaction (personally I’m
allergic to peanuts) to something and Sam freaks out. Then like when Sam has
trouble finding the readers epi pen or whatever he confesses his love to her
because he’s scared to lose you. But can the reader live please?! Thank you!!
Stay awesome darling! Xoxo”
Requests are definitely open, and
thank you, Nonnie, for yours! I hope you
enjoy it! As always, feedback is much appreciated! And special thanks to @waywardlullabies and @sleepywinchester for granting this story the “Dad’s Journal II” Award for Lauren’s Favorite Fic at their Tumblr Awards.
You were freezing.
You made a note to yourself – no more hunts in north Minnesota in the
winter. Rubbing your arms to attempt to
get some heat and feeling back in them, you glanced behind you at the
boys. They made their way over to you
with the body of the ghoul you’d just dispatched and threw it into the pit
you’d dug. Lighting it up, the three of
you stood there, trying to stay warm by the fire of the burning corpse while
trying not to gag on the stench.
Finally, it was too much for you.