Request by @andhiseyesweregreen:Congrats on 4000 babe!! My number is 13 and my sentence is “We push
and pull like a magnet do.” 💗💗
Word Count: 1045
A/N: I changed the sentence a little just so I
could work it in easier. I love Ed Sheeran, but the grammar in that sentence
just doesn’t for anything other than a lyric. Also, Shape of You has a
completely opposite feeling from Adrenaline, so this was super interesting to
figure out :) And for this one I put it in season 11/12ish, but I’m still in denial
that Ellen and Jo are really gone, so it’s kind of an AU because they’re
definitely not dead! (The Roadhouse never burned down, Ash still sleeps on the
pool tables, and hunters still stop by there all the time dammit!)
A/N.2: I just found out that this song features Trevor McNevan, who is the lead singer of Thousand Foot Krutch who is, like, one of my favorite bands? WHAT? How did I now know this? Two of my favorite bands have a song together and I’ve listened to it countless times, but I couldn’t figure it out? WHAT??
Ever since you met Sam Winchester, your life seemed to shift
and it was like you couldn’t quite breathe right. The edges of each moment
never quite aligned, and nothing you did seemed to get the pieces to lock into
You managed to escape from your family’s unglorified business
of hunting monsters and killing the things that go bump in the night to study
law at Stanford. Well, pre-law. You never quite made it into law school. Your
brother ruined those plans when he got himself bitten by a vampire and your dad
dragged you away from school to help hunt down your sibling and cut off his
But those few years as an undergrad in California had been
like a dream. You met your first boyfriend during the first week as a freshman.
Then, the next semester you met Sam in one of your classes. He had been single
then, but you were still unavailable. By the time you wised up to your feelings
for him and broke up with your boyfriend, he’d found Jess. And he was so happy
that you couldn’t be a homewrecker. Then Jess died, Sam disappeared, and your
father showed up a week later.
Those dream years at college just served to show you that
you really were a hunter. You could pretend to be lawyer material all you
liked, but your life wasn’t meant to be simple or serene. So you resumed
hunting with your father.
Since then, you’d run into Sam Winchester a few times.
Always when you had to get an early start the next day in order to meet your
father for another hunt in a different state. So you only got to have a few
drinks with Sam before calling it a night. Other times, he was the one who had
to run. The business conference or meeting he’d been in town for was over and
he had to catch an early flight the next day.
But you always seemed to find your way back together, if
only for a few hours.
“Sam Winchester as I live and breathe,” you said, announcing
your presence with a smile. He spun around in the barstool and a wide grin
broke across his face.
“Y/N!” He unfolded his large body from the stool and
gathered you into his arms, crushing you to his perfectly toned chest.
Laughing lightly, you wrapped your arms around him as well,
enjoying the way his muscles moved under your arms. He may be a businessman who
got lost, but he definitely could fit right in here at this typical hunter bar.
“It’s been a few years. What the hell are you doing in an old dive bar in
“What are you
doing in an old dive bar in Nebraska?” He asked cautiously.
You glanced around the Roadhouse and tried to fit the pieces
of this puzzle together. You knew that there was a simple explanation for this,
but you didn’t want to believe it. You wanted to believe that Sam had a normal
life. It was the only way for you to keep one toe in the simple, nine to five
life you’d often imagined as a child.
“Sammy!” A man with a jawbone that could cut glass came
sauntering over. “Ellen got us a case down in Florida. Whadaya think? Kill some
monsters, hit the beach, hit on hot
chicks in bikinis on the beach?”
Sam let out a sound between a sigh and a grunt and turned to
you. “Y/N, this is my brother Dean. Dean, my friend from Stanford.”
A case? Kill some monsters?
“My God, we’re idiots,” you said, eliciting a raised eyebrow
from Dean and a cocked head from Sam. Shaking your head quickly to clear it,
you stretched out your hand to shake Dean’s. “Sorry. I mean it’s really nice to
meet you, Dean. I’m Y/N and I just came from a hunt in Arizona that turned out
to be some ancient spirit from central Africa.”
Slowly, you slid your eyes from Dean over to Sam, meeting
his wide-eyed stare as he finished the puzzle in his mind. “Wait, you’re
telling me that—“
“We’ve both been hiding that we’re hunters for years? Yeah.”
“So when you said you had to go get your dad out of a hairy
situation three years ago—“
“Werewolf. And you weren’t kidding when you said you just
got out of a meeting with the devil himself?”
At that, Sam laughed. “Not at all. And when I said I had to
go run and make a deal with a demon or my boss would fire me…”
“My God, I am such an idiot. You weren’t even trying to hide
Again, he laughed and even though over a decade had passed
since you first started crushing on him, you still found your heart doing
While Dean subtly excused himself and you and Sam sat down
to catch up on the unabridged versions of your lives, you couldn’t stop your
mind from wandering. You and Sam push and pull like magnets do. Together, but
never touching. Apart, but always on your mind. And there was always something
in your way, some unseen force holding you back.
But there was nothing right now. Just the two of you. The
both of you were confident in who you were. As you learned more about him, you
could see your own past as a mirror image of his. Doubting if hunting was
really the life for you. Wanting to make the world a better place by practicing
law. Trying to get out. But then figuring out that this was where you belonged.
The unspoken heroes.
Blood pounded through your veins as you built up the courage
to say what you wanted. It was now or never. Time to take the chance.
“So, Sam. I have this hunt in Oregon. I was gonna ask Jo to
be backup, but maybe… maybe you can come. It’ll be like old times. Late night
study sessions in the library. Just higher stakes. More blood.”
He glanced over at his brother for a second, considering his
options. Then a soft smile tweaked at his lips and you knew that you’d won. “When
do we leave?”
“i’m in the business of misery, let’s take it from the top!”
“ elyse, she’s fun. other gangs, they see her, they think she’s just a pretty face, they think she ain’t good for nothing but decoration. and they’re right; when she decorates the walls with their blood and brains, it’s real pretty, the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen. elyse, she brings the party. ”