i will never go to girls' tag here never again

Girl’s Night

Originally posted by sensitivehandsomeactionman

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warning/Content: Alcohol; fluff

Words: 1280

Staged around S5, I guess? Doesn’t really matter.

Y/C/T - your car type

A/N: Hey guys, got another one-shot for you. Sam x Reader this time, I’m just on a Supernatural kick so I figured I’d get it out of my system. It’s based on the song Sleep Without You by Brett Young, if you wanted to hear my inspiration. I plan on dropping another one-shot tomorrow - maybe something from Sherlock? - and queuing part 2 of When We Were Young for Saturday. My prompt requests are OPEN, send something in if there’s something in particular you want to read.

“You’re going on a what?” Dean repeated, raising an eyebrow.

“A girl’s night, Dean,” You said patiently, rolling your eyes.

Dean and Sam exchanged glances, and Dean shrugged. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, Y/N, but… Sam and I are dudes,” He said, gesturing at himself and his brother.

“I know that,” You said with a sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “You guys aren’t my only friends, you know.”

“What are you even going to do?” Sam asked. “I mean, you’re a hunter. How many girl friends can you really have?”

“Other hunters, Sam,” You said to your boyfriend. “There are other girl hunters, I’m friends with several. They’re meeting me here and we’re going out on the town.”

“Oh, night of drinking and flirting, nice,” Dean said, nodding. “Mind if I tag along?”

“Well, considering you sometimes scream like a girl, I’d say you qualify,” You quipped sarcastically. “Remember that time with the ghost sickness?”

“Never mind,” He said quickly, scowling. “You promised you’d never bring that up again.”

“I don’t remember that,” You denied, shaking your head. “Anyways, we’re going to meet up here, stop by a few bars, and catch us a vampire.”

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It’s their first night at home as a family the first time he does it, Harry in the rocking chair with Sadie swaddled in his arms and Louis at his side. It starts as a soft hum and Louis’ heart swells at the sound. It’s a tune he’d recognize anywhere. 

“Isn’t she lovely,” Harry starts. “Isn’t she wonderful, isn’t she precious, less than one minute old…” 

All Louis can do is look on, listen, and hope to the powers that be that his brain has configured some sort of infallible high definition playback feature so he can watch this on a loop for the rest of his life. He can’t even see Harry’s face from where he stands beside him, but he knows by the sound of his voice the soft look he’s giving their daughter as he sings. Knows it by heart. He’s been on the receiving end of it enough times. 

“I never thought through love we’d be making one as lovely as she,” Harry continues, “but isn’t she lovely, made from love…” 

It’s only then that Harry finally tears his gaze away from the tiny newborn fast asleep in his arms, looking up at Louis with wide eyes and a smile that Louis is certain could end wars. His heart could, and very well may, burst from the sight.

“Isn’t she lovely, Lou?”

“The loveliest,” Louis replies. With that, he crouches down to Harry’s level and presses a kiss to his husband’s shoulder before resting his head against it. He feels Harry take a deep breath. When he speaks, it’s barely above a whisper.

“We’re dads, Lou.”

Even as he watches Sadie’s chest rise and fall, Louis almost can’t believe it. They’re dads. For as long as they’ve wanted this, nothing ever could’ve prepared him for the way he feels right now. He feels weightless and warm and in love. So, so in love. With his boy. With his girl. With this moment.

“Isn’t she pretty, truly the angels’ best,” Louis begins.

“Boy, I’m so happy,” Harry joins in, “we have been heaven blessed…" 

And if that becomes Sadie’s nightly lullaby, Louis thinks, it’s only fitting.