Summary: A dark past landed you in a psychiatric ward. Life seems good for a while, or at least as good as it can be considering your accommodation, until a new patient suddenly appears. His name is Sam and his brother is certainly not a fan of the friendship the two of you forge in your mutual hell. As you become comfortable with your new routine things start to go wrong and demons begin appearing. All of a sudden you’re thrown into a spiral, and you find yourself on the road again accompanied by an angel you hadn’t seen since your childhood and two hunter’s who’ve found they’d prefer to share you than fight over you. In this story you’re confronted by old enemies, old friends and an apocalypse that won’t wait for you to get your shit together.
A/N: Part’s 1 - 5 are all set in season 7 episode 17 ‘The Born Again Identity’. It’s a very tweaked version of the episode. But every part afterwards follows one episode each. They mostly follow the episodes quite closely, though there are a few tweaks here and there to fit in the reader and some scenes that I added myself. As a result Part 6 and onwards are all quite long (10 000 words plus in many cases). This series is going to be very long and I’ll write it for as long as I can, or until I’ve written right up to the end of Supernatural.
Chapters: 33/33 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Lisa Braeden/Dean Winchester (non-explicit), Sam Winchester/Jessica Moore Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel, Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore, Lisa Braeden, Gabriel, Meg Masters, Benny Lafitte, Chuck Shurley, Victor Henriksen, Ash (Supernatural), more to come as story unfolds, Charlie Bradbury Additional Tags: Porn With Plot, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, high school AU meets coffee shop AU meets college AU, Switching, Dom/sub Undertones, but neither is specifically either, warning tags in notes, Slow Burn Series: Part 1 of A Little Patience Summary:
It sometimes feels a little wrong thinking debauched things about a guy who could very well be one of Sammy’s teachers. But then those wrong feelings go up in smoke when the downright sinful fantasies kick in just from thinking the word ‘teacher’. Those are always pretty darn amazing and Dean has a very vivid imagination.
Please see notes on the chapters (beginning or end) for specific warnings. There is going to be a lot of kink exploring.
bc Sherlock hates eating and doesn’t understand humans and Cas is like that and John denies his gay but is so obviously in love with Sherlock and is a badass fighter and is a bamf and that’s dean and mrs. hudson is the caring older one who like lolwhatevs and bobby okay and mycroft is smart and ships johnlock and sammy is smart and ships destiel so yeah
Not my Gif so credit to whoever did that. Unfortunately google isn’t that easy to find credit on. I don’t know if there should be some sort of warning here for hinted smut.
It was just before 11pm. Sam was bent over a book and you were making fake business sites. You suddenly slammed your laptop shut in frustration.
“Yes, (Y/n)?” He didn’t raise his head.
He looked up at you, raising an eyebrow when he saw you weren’t in crucial danger.
“Let’s be honest with each other. Honest for an hour.” You said quickly.
Sam glanced at the clock, “Honest until midnight?”
“Alright, why not.” He leaned back in his chair, putting his hands behind his head and watching you expectantly.
“We say whatever’s on our mind.” You decided. “We have to say it.”
Sam’s lips twitched but he nodded, “Fine.”
You bit your lip. “You’re really hot.”
He burst into laughter. Well, obviously not expecting that. You managed to keep a straight face, just staring at him.
“Well, that was blunt.” Sam said, grinning.
“You’re really hot too.” He said, leaning forward on the table towards you.
A slow smile crept across your features.
“Thoughts?” Sam prompted, smiling mischievously.
“I think we should have done this earlier.” You leaned forward, resting your elbow on the table.
“You gonna say something or…?” You smirked at Sam.
He suddenly reached forward, cupping your face with his hands and pressing his lips to yours. It was a fierce kiss, hungry. Your hands went to his hair, tangling your fingers in his long locks.
Pulling away for a breath, you smirked at him, “This works too.”
Sam smiled and pulled you back. The two of you stood up, Sam pulling you into his arms. His hands went to your waist, gripping you tightly, fingers digging into your skin slightly. Your hands were in his hair, on his shoulders as you locked lips.
You pulled away, just as Sam’s hands started to go up your shirt.
“I think we need to remember that Dean could be back any minute.” You said reluctantly.
Sam grunted, checking the time on his phone. “Or he might not get back all night.”
“You really want to risk it?”
Sam bit his lip. “I could lock the door.”
A laugh escaped your lips, “Sam!”
You hesitated, looking around the motel room.
Sam grinned wildly and pulled you back to him, his lips finding their way to yours. The two of you stumbled to the door and you leant against the cheap wood while Sam drew the bolt.
“You should be blunt more often.” Sam teased before you started where you’d left off.