Castiel pulled up to the Winchester home and removed his helmet. He left it on the seat of his motorcycle as he strode up the front walkway, and then the porch.
Just as he raised a hand to knock on the door, it opened from the inside to reveal Dean’s mom, Mary.
“I thought I heard what sounded like a motorcycle out front.” She grinned and gazed past him. “Is she yours? She’s a beauty.”
Castiel smiled. Dean’s mom was the best. “Yeah. I got her last week and I’ve been trying to convince Dean to take a ride with me.”
Mary shook her head. “Oh, that boy.” She backed up and gestured for Castiel to come in. As he did so, Mary yelled for Dean right in Castiel’s ear, which made him wince.
Dean’s dad, John, was in the kitchen when Mary ushered him farther inside.
Castiel braced himself. John loved his family, and Castiel respected that. But he had an issue, not with Dean’s sexuality, but who he’d chosen as a boyfriend.
Who stood now in his usual punk attire, with spiked hair, piercings, tattoos, and a tongue ring, which he sucked on as nervous habit.
John took one look at him and sighed. “What’s going on now?”
“Cas is taking Dean on a ride on his new motorcycle,” Mary said.
“His motorcycle,” Mary repeated calmly. She threw Castiel a wink, but he really wished she hadn’t said anything.
“Do you know how dangerous those things are?” John asked, but it was a rhetorical question. “Do you even have your license? And you’re not wearing proper gear. Helmets! God, do you even have helmets? I will not have my son riding on the back of those death machines without a helmet!”
Castiel cleared his throat and shoved his hands into his pockets. He responded to the floor, “I’ve got my license and we’ll both be wearing helmets, sir.”
“Damn right you will be! Now let me see that license–”
“John, for crying out loud, let them live a little!” Mary said.
Footsteps pattered down the stairs and Dean swung into the kitchen. Castiel brightened at the sight of him. Dean wore jeans, a button-down shirt, and his thick, square glasses, which Castiel loved.
He smiled. His boyfriend was just so cute. Dean made everything better.
“Hey,” Dean said with a grin. He glanced between his parents. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing. You just go and enjoy yourselves, alright?” Mary said as she steered them out of the kitchen. In front of the door, she gave Dean a little pat. “Be safe, and have fun, okay?”
Dean frowned after her as she returned to her husband. He glanced back at Castiel. “So what’s the surprise?”
Castiel grabbed his arm and tugged. “It’s outside.”
They hurried out, and as the door closed behind them, Dean paused on the porch.
“Hold up. That’s not…yours is it?” His voice squeaked on the end, and Castiel leaned in to peck him on the lips.
sorry again for being so quiet as of late! with art stuff, i’m either working on commissions or sketching and then scrapping stuff;;; i’d like to work on some projects so bad so once i finish up some loose ends, i plan on doing so!
in any case, here’s a fluffy little animation i did nice and quick just now!
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Description: Sam x Reader. Reader gets put in a sleep by a witch and Sam has to mix up a little dream root to go save her… Except all she’s dreaming of is him! Starts with a little angst then fluff!
Author’s note: Quite a few POV swaps going on here, but I think it worked better that way? Also, I do have a little idea to continue this on if people do happen to be interested!
Request: iamreadinginsecret Sooooo… Need requests, eh? What about the reader gets stuck asleep (like in Dream a Little Dream of Me in Season 3) and Sam has to go inside their dreams to help them out. And he discovers their dreams are about him!!! Awkwaaaard… Except not that awkward after all, because he’s just as into them and it all works out in the end, hooray happy ever after Sam fluff!
You turned over and pulled the covers up around your face. Shuffling around more you settled in a comfy position and let out a contented sigh.
You nearly had a heart attack when you felt an arm snake around your waist and a deep voice in your ear.
“Morning!” You heard Sam’s voice rumble behind you.
Your eyes shot open but you stayed silent.
“So, how are you this morning?” He said pulling you in tighter against his chest.
“What the-… I’m good. You?” You said an octave higher than you had meant to.
“Well you’re here, so, great.” He laughed pressing a kiss into your hair.
Sam stretched his arms out behind him and rolled his shoulders. His muscles were aching from a hard hunt the day before and leaning over a laptop was not helping, he knew first thing in the morning they were leaving for a possible case a few hours away so getting a nights sleep seemed possible and most definitely favourable.
“Hey Dean, I’m turning in for the night.” Sam said running a hand down his face.
“That’s fine, man, see you in the morning.” Dean mumbled from where he was intently watching the small TV in the corner of the motel room.
Sam stripped down to boxers and a tshirt before collapsing on the bed. He sprawled out and closed his eyes. It couldn’t have been more than a couple of hours before Sam woke with a start.
“Hey, didn’t mean to scare you. We’ve got to go, Y/N’s in some kind of trouble.” Dean said thrusting a phone in Sam’s face. The bright light dazzled him in the dark room, but he quickly adjusted so that he could read the message.
“I went off from my motel at 8:40pm and was heading to check a lead on a witch. If you’re reading this, I’ve not cancelled the scheduling which probably means I’ve been hurt or kidnapped or something. If you could try to contact me, that’d be great. Sorry boys! Y/N.”
Sam read the message a couple of times before throwing on clothes and repacking his bag with shaking hands. Sam and Dean were ready to go and in the impala within 5 minutes.
“So you tried calling her?” Sam muttered, fumbling with the GPS on his phone.
“4 times and no answer.”
“She’s left tracking information on, it’ll be about a 35 minute drive.”
Neither brother cared to acknowledge the fact that if you were bleeding out, 35 minutes was far too long. Sam didn’t even dare think of it. Dean gave him a tight lipped smile and putting his foot down, they traveled in a tense silence.
“Hello? I’m back! Sam? You there?” You called through the doorway to the library.
“I’m over here, babe.” A muffled voice called out from behind a bookcase.
You bounced over with a fresh cup of tea in your hands. Sam turned around, placing the papers he was holding back on the shelf and closed then distance to give you a tight hug.
“All the groceries are in the fridge. Well, except the pie, Dean grabbed that and headed straight to his room.” You said with a smile.
“Great! Wait, you’ve got- … Um, one sec.” Sam awkwardly tucked a stay piece of hair behind your ear before giving you a sheepish smile.
“You’re a nerd.” You grinned.
“But you know love it.” He said with a crooked smile.
Dean pulled the car to a halt half a block away from the location given by the GPS. He ripped the keys out of the ignition and both he and Sam jumped out.
“It’s coming from somewhere over there.” Sam nodded towards a motel with a grimy looking front window.
They rushed in through the front door and rang the bell to alert the clerk. A small man, probably in his late fifties, gave them a room number and said that someone matching Y/N’s description had been dropped off there unconscious a few hours ago.
Sam and Dean rushed round to the room and Sam hammered his fist on the thin door.
“Y/N! Are you in there? Hello?” He called through. Having received no response, he exchanged a worried look with Dean before he began to pick the lock.
After fumbling around with shaking hands, the door was finally open. He stained to see the room in the dim lighting, it looked normal and quiet. Then he caught sight of you.
You were laid out flat on the bed at the far side of the room, you only had a small gash on your arm but didn’t seem to be moving.
“Sammy, whoever left her could come-” Sam ignored his brother’s attempt at a warning as he ran forward to your side.
“She’s unconscious, but she’s breathing.” Sam muttered, a finger pressed lightly to your neck confirmed an even pulse.
“Y/N! Hey, Y/N.” Sam said in a raised voice. He carefully shook your shoulder. “She’s not waking up, Dean.”
“If she’s been out for hours, then…” Dean trailed off. Anything longer than a few minutes was dangerous and if a witch was involved, then it looked even more grim.
“I’m sorry.” Sam winced as he gave you a slap on the face to try to get your adrenaline going. He waited a few seconds before realising there was still no response. He look a breath before simply saying, “Dream root.”
“That’s a bit extreme, isn’t it? I mean, we should get her to the bunker, maybe even a hospital.”
“If a witch did this, who knows what’s going on inside her head? It could be a living hell.” Sam knew the words would strike a chord with Dean.
“The rate we get knocked out, I keep a few pieces in the trunk.”
Within half an hour a prepared shot of dream root with the required DNA was ready to go. The usual sweet ingredients to take the edge off had gone by the by so Dean had added a little whiskey to ‘make it slide down easier’.
“Me or you, then?” Dean said raising his eyebrows at the sludgy glass.
“You sure? Well, definitely rather you than me, man, this stuff creeps me out.” Dean said with a small smirk. “Off to never never land.” He said and slid the glass towards Sam.
“Yeah, right.” Sam said taking the glass in hand and casting one more look to the unconscious figure in the corner of the room. With a sigh, he threw it back in one go and settled into a more comfy position. “Here goes nothing.”
You fiddled with a napkin as you looked out of the window. You were in some cheap diner in a quiet town with the brothers between cases.
“I got you a cookie.” Sam said setting down a coffee and small brown bag in front of you.
“Thanks Sam.” You said with a big smile. You had worked out a little while back that all of this was a dream but you didn’t want it to end. You would probably wake up soon enough but that didn’t mean you wouldn’t enjoy it whilst you could.
He sat down next to you and quietly placed his hand on your lap before continuing conversation with Dean about some book that he’d read that Dean clearly had no interest in. You relaxed into his side and sipped on your drink as you let the conversation wash over you.
“Hey sweetie?” Sam said after Dean looked as if he was entirely bored stiff.
“Mm?” You hummed.
“How about we leave Dean in a bar and head back and watch a movie before we set off?” He said looking down at you.
“Sounds perfect. I love you Sam.” You smiled and leaned up to give him a peck and then settled back.
“I love you too.” He replied giving you a quick squeeze that brought butterflies to your stomach and a smile that broke across your face.
“Y/N?” Sam said loudly.
It took a couple of seconds for you to realise it sounded displaced from the man you were huddled up against. Sam was still looking at you sweetly when you heard his voice again.
That voice was definitely not attached to your Sam. Looking around, you saw a second Sam stood a few metres away.
“So what, there’s two of you now?” You blinked in confusion before you laughed a little.
“Um… No. You got put into a sleep by a witch. You’re… Well… dreaming and I’m here with dream root.” The second Sam said awkwardly.
You straightened up and looked over to Dean who appeared to be entirely oblivious. The second Sam walked over to your table suspiciously eyeing up his apparent twin who still had an arm loosely slung over your shoulders. Looking between the two Sams you saw small differences.
The Sam who had apparently just arrived seemed more defined in his features. He seemed to have more smooth, small and real looking movements. You repeated the word in your head again.
Your eyes went wide and you jumped back in the booth.
“Sam?” You said in a high pitched voice.
“Yeah.” He said giving you a tight lipped smile.
You swallowed hard and the rest of the people in the room expect for you and the real Sam seemed to freeze.
“Oh God. No, no, no. I can explain. I can… Um.” You held your face in your hands for a second, when you looked back up only the real Sam was stood in the diner.
“You don’t have to.” He said, not meeting your eyes. “I’m invading here, I just thought you might have been in trouble or being tortured or… Or something.”
The two of you stayed silent and not looking at each other for a few long seconds.
“Sorry.” You murmered. You could feel your stomach churning and you knew your cheeks must have been beetroot coloured by now.
“No need to apologise, this is your dreams, I shouldn’t be here. I guess this is just not what I expected.” He said letting out a short laugh.
“How long have you been here?” You said biting your lip.
“Not long. I heard you guys talking about a movie then saying that you- …uh, yeah.”
“Oh my Gosh.” You groaned.
“Is that how you actually feel?”
You slid out of the booth and stood up. “How do we get out of here? I think I need air.” You muttered, turning to look towards the door of the diner.
“Wait, you didn’t answer me? If this is what you dream about… Is this how you actually feel?” Sam said in a stronger voice.
“What do you need me to say? I’m pretty sure it was damn clear. Yes, I love you Sam, okay? I know you see me as a little sister and that’s fine, just… Let’s just get out of here and we can pretend it-”
“You love me?”
“Yes, you idiot. Dean’s known for weeks and… And you can laugh about it over beer, but you came here to save me so can we just go?” You said trying to sound confident, but even you could hear the waver in your voice.
You stood for a second still breathing heavily before turning away again, pretending you were looking for a way out.
“I love you too, Y/N.” Sam said barely above a whisper.
You pivoted on your heels, sure that you had heard him wrong. He looked wide eyed and his mouth twitched at the corners before breaking into a full grin.
“I love you too.” He said again with a little more volume.
“You… Really?” You inhaled sharply.
“…Is she okay-?”
You opened your eyes suddenly and sat bolt upright.
“Y/N?” You heard Dean’s voice and snapped your head to follow the sound.
You saw him stood by the door of what looked to be the small motel room you were in. A twinge of pain shot through your arm as you lifted it to brush some hair out of your eyes. You focused your eyes better and your eyes met Sam’s, who was on a small chair at the side of you looking as bewildered as you must have looked.
“Um, hello?” Dean said giving an exaggerated wave. “Are you both okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Wait, did you see a ghost?”
“No. Just… Just a shock.” You said taking a deep breath.
“Sam?” Dean said turning to his brother.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.” He said his face cracking into another huge grin. “And Y/N, yes, really.”
“You wouldn’t be opposed to that movie?” You bit your lip in an attempt to mask your own smile.
“Sounds perfect.” Sam laughed and stood up before becoming aware of Dean again who was looking increasingly smug by the second.
“So did you guys..?” He trailed off, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“No. Get your mind out the gutter, Dean.” You rolled your eyes before your gaze wandered back to Sam again.
“Alright, alright. We should probably get out of here ASAP, though.” Dean smirked before throwing Sam’s jacket at him. “There’s time for your little dream date later, kids.”
Sam smiled as he gathered up his jacket. He gave your hand a quick squeeze. “He’s right. Come on then sleepy head.”