I Never Stopped

Tittle: I Never Stopped

Pairing: SamXReader

Word Count: 3615

Request: Do me a favor gurl & write a one shot with reader & Sam. Make it so that the reader is Bobby’s daughter & has known Dean & Sam for a long while & the only reason reader never went for Sam is because of Jessica Moore. & Sam has been feeling upset lately about Jess & reader goes to comfort him & then the confessions just fly that Sam’s felt for reader for a while & yeah. Please & thanks.

A/N: So this is pretty much set around season 2ish and by the way can I just say “Yes a Sam request!” (Because honestly I need more of those.)

“Y/N I’ve been coming in and out of this room about five times to get you up and you haven’t moved a muscle!” your father, Bobby Singer, said as he stormed into your room once again.

“Mehemmghm,” you murmured speaking nonsense as you took your pillow and put it over you face, turning away from him. “Leave me alone!”

“Y/N you are gonna get your ass up out of that bed and get dressed or I’m coming in with the bucket,” he said. You immediately widened your eyes and threw your pillow to the side, turning back towards him and putting your hands up, wincing at the sudden light.

“I’m up, I’m up,” you grumbled, rolling your eyes but not daring to lay your head back down. You knew your dad fairly well, and you knew that he would follow through with the bucket comment. He then nodded and shook his head, and then headed towards your door, making his way out of the room. You sat up and sighed as he closed the door and you ran your hand through your hair, rolling your eyes.

“Oh and Y/N,” your dad said, reopening your door and peaking his head in,“You might want to wear a bra, cause those idjits are downstairs.” he then made his way out of your room and closed the door before you had time to widen your eyes in shock. When he said idjits you knew exactly who he was talking about, and with that thought you jumped out of bed and quickly made your way to your dresser, pulling out something to wear, meanwhile only having one thing in you mind, the Winchesters are here. Last time they were in your house was about a month ago, but it still felt very new every time they came over. Before their visit about 4 months ago, they hadn’t stopped by, not even to say hello, in more than 5 years give or take. Of course you knew some of the reasons why they didn’t come back; John and your father not quite agreeing on things, the brothers getting older, but what really hurt you the most out of all those reasons was just the one, Sam leaving to college. While you were thrilled when you found out he was doing something he wanted, you couldn’t help but feel a bit abandoned when he left, as did the rest of his family, but you understood his want to get out of the life, and you cheered him on silently, everyday thinking about him and thinking of all the techy law stuff he must have been learning. And that was how you spent most of the years, continuing with your day to day life of hunting beside your father when he wasn’t a stubborn ass about it, but also keeping a little time everyday reserved to thoughts of how Sam was getting out of the life. So when you found out that he was pulled back into the life and his girlfriend had died, you mourned for the Winchester. Of course, it was no secret that you liked him; you weren’t the best at keeping secrets, and sadly everyone around well, they were good at finding out secrets. But when you mourned for the Winchester all you kept wishing was that his girlfriend could come back to life again and be with him, and that he could be some hot shot lawyer in a big firm, but when you were in this life, that kind of seemed like a hard thing to do. But for now you tried to push those thoughts aside as you slipped on your shoes and made your way out of your bedroom. You then ran down the stairs and went into the kitchen, only to collide into someone. You quickly felt arms on either side of your shoulder and you looked up, only to be faced with the youngest Winchester.

“Hey Sam,” you said, giving him a smile.

“Y/N,” he said, letting a smile take over his features before he pulled you into a hug, “How are you?” he questioned, releasing you.

“I’m good,” you said nodding at him, but before you even had time to ask him the same question, you heard a voice that pulled your thoughts away from that idea.

“Y/N!” Dean said as he stood up from the table and made his way towards you.

“Dean!” you said, mocking the same level of enthusiasm in his voice, but not being able to stop the smile that made its way on your face. You gave him a hug and pulled away, and then looked at both the boys.

“How have you guys been,” you asked softening your voice a little, knowing that they probably weren’t doing their best, what with their dad dying and then with what Sam went through. 

“Were doing good,” Dean said, nodding, and you nodded back, and then subtly looked at Sam, making eyes contact with him. He just looked at you and nodded his head, letting a weak smile take over. You decided not to press on the subject anymore, and you went to the table and sat down, taking a beer and opening the lid.

“Well aren’t you guys gonna sit?” you asked, gesturing towards the table. They smiled and nodded their heads, making their way towards the table and taking a seat. Once they sat down you four started talking about different things, the hunts that you went on with your dad and the hunts they went on since you last saw them, stories about the road, and different crazy childhood memories. And that’s how it went pretty much the whole day. You could tell the guys needed a break for a day or two and that was why they came to your house, so that day you did absolutely nothing but talk. When you let out about your 10th yawn for the night though, you looked outside of the window and noticed that it was already dark, and then you looked at the clock and noticed it was around 11:00 pm. You stood up and let out another yawn, knowing that you needed sleep.

“Well I don’t know about you guys, but I’m gonna hit the hay,” you said, walking of to the stairs.

“Goodnight,” you heard Sam and Dean say, exhaustion clearly in their voice, and you knew that they would soon follow suit and go to sleep too.

“Night sweetheart,” you then heard your dad call after the boys as you started making your way upstairs, and, just like the boys, you heard the same amount of exhaustion in him to. You rolled your eyes and let a smile take over your face, and then another yawn came out.

“I need sleep now,” you said as you walked into your room and closed the door behind it. You changed into your pajamas; a simple long plaid shirt and underwear, and you slipped into bed and into your covers, letting your sleep take you away.


“Ugh” you groaned, rolling onto your stomach, trying to silence the noise coming from you.


“That’s not gonna work,” you said turning around and laying on your back, contemplating what you were gonna do. You looked over at your clock on your nightstand to see 4:00 am, and then you looked back up at your celling and shrugged your shoulders.

“Good time as any to get a midnight snack,” you said to yourself before swinging you feet to the side of your bed and standing up, making your way towards the door.

“Well I guess the best time would probably be midnight…” you said, letting yourself trail off before you put you opened the door. You silently made your way through the hall and down the stairs, not wanting to wake anyone, and when you saw the fridge you smiled in glee.

“Come to mama,” you said, making your way towards the fridge and opening it. You examined the continents of the fridge and then decided a slice of pizza would be good. You leaned down to your bottom shelf and took a slice out of the box, not caring enough to heat it up before you took a bite from it.

“Mmm yes,” you said, throwing your head back in delight. You then closed the fridge and turned around to get a drink of water, before you saw a figure sitting at the table.

“Jesus Chris-“ you started before cutting yourself off, realizing who it was.
“Is that you Sam?” you asked, walking closer to the table. Sam smiled and nodded, and you looked down at the floor then back to him.

“Mind if I join?” you asked, gesturing toward the chair. He looked at the chair and nodded, letting a smile take over his features as he pulled out the chair with one hand while he was sitting down.

“Please do,” he said, raising his beer and taking a sip. “I have no plans right now.” you took a seat next to him and took another bite of your pizza, letting a confused expression take over your face until you couldn’t take it anymore and you looked at Sam.

“Sam, what the hell are you doing down here at 4 am?” you asked, setting your pizza down. He looked at you with pained expression and then looked down and smiled.

“I could ask you the same Y/N, I’m not the only one awake right now,” he said. You furrowed your brow in confusion and looked around, and the let your mouth open in an O when realization kicked in that he was talking about you.

“Well I have an excuse. I’m hungry, and therefore eating pizza,” you said, lifting your slice of pizza and raising your eyebrows.

“And what, I couldn’t be thirsty?” Sam asked, raising one eyebrow and lifting his beer, mocking you.

“Yes asshole you can,” you said, rolling your eyes and smiling, “But when you wake up at 4 am because you’re thirsty you don’t usually go for a beer.”

“Yeah well…” Sam said, trailing off and taking a sip of his beer.

“Sam,” you said, giving him a concerned look, “What’s going on?” he let out a chuckle and then looked at you.

“Y/N, what isn’t going on?” he said, sending you a weak smile, his eyes sending you a pained expression too. You widened your eyes and looked down, trying to find the words to say.

“Sam, you can talk to me,” you said, looking up at him and laying your hand on his arm. He looked at your hand and then back at you, and you wondered for a moment if you went to far, but when he smiled you knew you were doing the right thing.

“It’s just everything Y/N,” he said, looking down. You let your hand fall from his arm to his hand and you squeezed it, motioning for him to continue.

“I mean when I came back to this life, I thought I was just going for one job. I was so determined to live a normal life, and then I got home and Jess was…” Sam said, drifting off. You bit your lip and nodded your head, understanding the amount of pain he must have been going through. He then cleared his throat and shook his head.

“And then my dad, it’s just, everything is, overwhelming,” he said, picking up his head and looking the other way. You released his hand and looked down, trying to prevent the tears you felt threatening to come down from falling. It hurt you to see him in pain, because you knew that if anyone didn’t deserve to be sad, it was Sam.

“Sam,” you started, still looking down and playing with your hands, “I can’t begin to imagine the things you’re going through, I mean its terrible, but you have to remember that you’re not alone. You have people here for you that love you and care about you.”

“Like who?” Sam asked scoffing. You rolled your eyes and shoved his shoulder, looking at him now.

“Really? How about your brother Dean? Or my dad? Or fucking me Sam,” you said, lowering your voice a bit when you mentioned yourself. “Look,” you said again, raising your voice, “there are people who care about you and love you, and I know what you’re going through is incredibly hard, but I guess what I’m trying to say is that you’re not alone Sam. You’ll never be.” After you said that, silence fell in the room. You looked down at your hands, avoiding his eye contact, hoping that you didn’t create any awkwardness. But before you knew it, you felt arms around your shoulder and then you were turned towards Sam and into his arms. You two sat there for a while, just hugging, until he finally released. 

“Thank you Y/N,” Sam said, a tear streaming down his face, making you realize that he was crying.

“Of course Sam,” you said, wiping his tear. He then looked up and smiled, running a hand over his face to wipe the tears of and letting out a sigh.

“You know the rule Y/N, no chick flick moments,” Sam said, letting out a small laugh. You smiled and shook your head.

“Yeah but last I knew, that’s Dean’s rule, and he’s not here.” Silence once again then fell on the both of you, but the atmosphere felt lighter. You looked at the pizza you set on the table and shrugged your shoulders, picking it up and taking another bite.

“So how’s that crush on me?” Sam asked you. You choked on your pizza and quickly looked at him with wide eyes, only to see him look forward and smirk as he took another swing of his beer.

“Where did that come from!?” you asked, letting a blush take over your cheeks.

“Just curious. I haven’t had a chance to check in a while how that has progressed, and I mean you weren’t the best at keeping that a secret from me.” Sam said, letting his smirk grow bigger.

“Oh shut up,” you groaned, laying your head in your hands. You heard Sam laugh and you looked up at him to see him shake his head.

“Oh don’t be embarrassed it was cute, and I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I didn’t like you either,” Sam said, replacing his smirk with a smile. You then looked up at him and furrowed your eyebrows.


“Yes really Y/N. I mean it wasn’t that hard,” Sam said.

“What do you mean?” you questioned, just getting confused with every statement he was saying.

“Well you were and are a beautiful girl. So obviously I liked you, hell, even Dean liked you at one point,” Sam said.

“No!” you said, letting out a laugh, “are you serious?”

“Yeah remember when Dean’s nose was broken and he said he ran into a door, and the same day my lip was busted and I got a black eye?” Sam asked.

“Don’t tell me tha-“ you started before he cut you off, nodding his head.

“But you said that it was a bike riding accident,” you said, raising your eyebrows and letting a shocked smile make its way on your face.

“Nope, lets just say that we got in a fight over who would get to be with you,” Sam said, laughing.

“Sam!” you said, shoving him. “You can’t just fight for my honor, this isn’t the medieval era,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Hey we were kids! And trust me we soon realized that is was a stupid fight when we found out you were head over heels for me anyways,” Sam said, placing a hand on his chest. You rolled your eyes and looked away, letting a blush creep its way on your cheeks. But then a realization hit you and you wiped your head at Sam and punched him in the shoulder.

“Well if it was so obvious that I liked you and you liked me, and you gave your brother a fucking broken nose because of it, why didn’t you do anything?” you asked.

“Well, for lack of better terms, I was a wimp,” Sam said, letting out a chuckle. You let out a chuckle too and nodded your head.

“Obviously,” you said. 

“And what about now?” Sam asked, sending you a smaller smile. You let your smile fall from your face and you looked at him, not sure what to say.

“What?” you asked, not knowing what else to say.

“How do you feel about that crush now?” Sam asked, getting a bit serious, curiosity on the edge of his voice. You took a sigh and looked down, and then decided that you had nothing to loose.

“Nothing has changed,” you muttered under your breath, still looking down at you hands.

“What,” Sam asked. You looked up at him and then let out a sad smile and then shook your head. He was going through so much, not to mention he just lost his girlfriend, and you knew you couldn’t just put this on him. You stood up and pushed the chair in, looking at Sam.

“It’s getting late, I should go to bed,” you said, turning around to walk out, until you felt a hand on yours, turning you around, only to be face to face with Sam. Only then, when his hands brushed against your skin, did you realize how little you were wearing, and even though Sam didn’t seem to be fazed by that fact, you couldn’t help how exposed you felt. You pulled your hand out of his grasp and put your arms over your chest, and then gave him a weak smile

“Goodnight Sam,” you said softly, before turning around again. You then quickly made your way towards your room, but when you got at the foot of the steps you felt a hand on your shoulder turn you around once again.

“Y/N,” Sam said. You looked down, trying to avoid his gaze, but he just lifted your chin up, giving you nowhere to look but him.

“Why are you running from me?” he asked, trying to search your eyes for an answer.

“Because,” you choked out, “because I can’t hurt you. You don’t need this right now. You’ve been through so much, and it’s not fair of me to dump my feelings on you.” He gave you a shocked expression and looked down, shaking his head.

“Y/N,” Sam said, looking back up at you, “Isn’t it obvious I’m crazy about you? It doesn’t matter what you say, because it’s not gonna stop me from thinking about you.” You looked at him with a shocked expression and shook your head.

“But Jessi-“ you started before Sam interrupted you.

“Yes it’s true I loved Jessica, im not gonna lie, and when she died I felt like a part of me died with her, but Y/N I’ve always loved you. When I went away from college and didn’t see you for a while, my feelings kind of subsided, but when I saw you again, they just came crashing back. So you trying to protect me isn’t gonna help, because I’ve already fallen and I don’t wanna get up,” Sam said, moving his hand to your cheek, looking from your lips to your eyes.

“I thought you said no chick flick moments,” you said, smirking at first but eventually not being able to hold the smile back. Sam looked down and let a smile appear on his face, letting out a chuckle before he looked back at you.

“Yea well remember what you said, Dean isn’t here,” Sam said. The next thing you knew though, you were being pulled in for a kiss. Your hand flew up to his hair while the other one rested on the crook of his neck, and his hands landed on your hips, keeping a firm grip on them. You imagined this moment millions of times, and while you have had many “partners,” nothing could have prepared you for what you felt. You felt like your stomach was gonna collapse on yourself, but you didn’t want that feeling to stop. But eventually, you two had to take a breath, so you pulled away. You then looked at Sam while taking deep breaths, trying to control your breathing, when you realized there was a pressure behind your back. With wide eyes you realized that during the kiss he pushed you back towards the railing of the staircase, and you threw your head back in laughter, laughing not really at the fact that you were backed up against that, but more as a release for all the feelings you had been feeling that had finally been released. You then felt Sam put his head into the crook of your neck and you felt a smile forming on his lips when his skin touched yours. Everything was perfect, until you heard a voice.

“Unless you guys want Y/N’s dad to come down there and whop both your asses, I suggest you shut your damn piehole,” you heard Dean say groggily before you heard the bedroom door close again. You looked at Sam, who pulled his head out of the crook of your neck, and you let out a smile. You then shook your head and put it in Sam’s chest, letting your hair fall all around your face.

“Finally,” you heard Sam say softly, kissing the top of your head. You smiled and tried to get closer to him, as if it was possible, and you took a deep breath.


Apple Pie Shots.

Ingredients & Measurements:

  • 1 oz. Captain Morgan
  • 1 ½ oz Apple Juice
  • Whipped Cream
  • Cinnamon

Pour captain morgan and apple juice in a shaker with ice. Shake and strain into a shot glass. Top with whipped cream & a sprinkle of cinnamon. Take the shot!

Extra information:
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