Is that a flower crown?
So this is for my dearest @sammyisapuppy, for her Sammy fluff challenge.
Im not the best at this fluffy stuff but I tried and I hope y'all like it or at least tolerate it.
word count: lots
You heard the bunker door close loudly, no matter how quietly Sam tried to close it it always seemed to echo off the tile walls and wake you, announcing that Sam was back from his run.
This time the door wasn’t what woke you, this morning the moment Sam left you were up and hurrying around the bunker to organise everything for Sam’s birthday. Sam’s birthday was your favourite time of year, you can spoil him recklessly and theres nothing he could do about it. Last year you took him to the aquarium, before that camping and hiking God knows where and before that to Powell’s city of books. This year you’d found the sweetest field of wildflowers and thought you could pack a picnic and just relax in a field all day reading and eating. You packed a little basket of sweet fruits, pastries, cupcakes and lemonade and hid it away in the back seat of your car with a few blankets.
Just as you came back into the library from the garage the door closed and you saw a sweaty Sam making his way down the bunkers metal steps. As he reached the bottom step his face lit up as he saw you, “oh hey… what are you doing up this early?” he said as he wrapped an arm around you and began walking you down the hall towards your room. “well I don’t know if you’ve forgotten but it just happens to be someones birthday” you beamed up at him before breaking away from him just to burst a party popper above his head to rain down on him. He convulsed with laughter as you began quickly kissing every little bit of skin on his face before he trapped your head between his hands and passionately kissed your lips, as you parted you whispered “happy birthday” before you kissed him again. “Go shower you stink” you laughed as you pushed him towards the door, he laughed in response kissing your forehead as he made his way to the bathroom. It constantly amazes you how someone so rough can be so gentle and soft, he deserves a rest, he needs to relax. You looked through the little shared library sam and you had created in your room, purely for fiction, no monsters, no research. You were looking for something Sam hasn’t read yet, but with how busy he’s been with ugly monster research he probably hasn’t had time to even look at good book. As the shower turned off you shoved a handful of books into your bag and sat cross legged on the bed waiting for Sam to come back. At this stage you think you’re more excited for Sams’ birthday than Sam was.
He strolled back into the room in a towel never failing to make you drool, he looked at you again with that sweet little dimpled smirk and pulled on the classic Winchester ensemble, jeans, black tee shirt and your favourite red flannel. He flopped down onto the bed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you down with him, cuddling into his side the soft flannel on your skin never failed to make you feel safe and at home. Before you both fell asleep you got up and pulled him with you “come on lets go out” you said before walking into the bathroom to shove your hair up into twin buns while he put on his shoes. You skipped out go the bathroom and grabbed both of Sams hands and lead him to your car “where are we going sweetheart?” he tried to whisper as you walked through the halls and into the garage, “oh you know thats not how this works” you chuckled as you both got into the car and started driving to the little field you found when you got lost on a case late last year. You gave Sam free reign over the radio, as you both began to talk about nothing and singing to your favourite songs.
The sun shined a gentle haze over the field and the wind swayed through the trees and the flowers as you stopped the car and began to pull the basket and blankets out of the car. As Sam stretched out, no longer cramped in the car he looked towards you and uttered “so whats your plan, kill me? rob me? were in the middle of nowhere” you laughed loudly without any ounce of emotion in your eyes at his little “joke”but this soon turned to genuine laughter as Sam began imitating you really exaggerating you “Ha Ha Ha’s”. You threw the blanket at him and he noticed the little picnic basket you had in your hand as you started walking into the field of wildflowers, but he was right behind you and before you knew it he had taken the picnic basket and wrapped his other hand around your waist as you both negotiated on where to settle down.
You’d settled down and not after long most of the food was gone and you both ended up reading, you where laying in the sun with your head resting on Sams stomach with both your noses stuck in a book. You hardly made it though a chapter before you caught yourself staring up at Sam he looked so relaxed and content in the afternoons sun “Sammy?” you asked quietly, he replied with a soft grunt and you continued “you look like a prince” you could feel him laugh under you “thanks princess” he said with a smile, you sat up and kissed him once before packing up a little while sam went back to his book.
You sat at his feet picking flowers and weaving them together into a chain. You’d just finished the final flower as Sam sat up behind you and looked over your shoulder “is that a flower crown?” he asked. You turned with a smile and carefully placed the flowers on his head “for you my prince” you said as you kissed his nose. He smiled in awe and pulled you into is lap as he took a deep breath and began to babble about how how lovely the day had been but then he looked straight in your eyes and said “really Y/N thank you, this has been perfect. I really do love you honey” before you could reply the rest of your plan came into action as the familiar rumble of Deans baby rolled up next to the field. “whats Dean doing here?” Sam asked almost disappointed that you now had company, “don’t worry, I’ll be right back, stay here” you got up and almost ran towards Dean. You got to baby and Dean was more than eager to unload the present that you’d both agreed that Sam deserved. You reached into the car for your hands to be attacked by the tongue of the golden retriever puppy you’d adopted. Dean waved across the field to his brother laughing at his flower crown before getting back into the impala and driving away again.
Sam was standing when you got back to the blanket and his expression almost mimicked that of the puppy, it was a pure innocent excitement “oh god you didn’t” he said in disbelief as you sat down with Sam and the puppy. “its a girl and she’s all yours, whats her name?” you asked him, you played with the un named little puppy as sam thought of a name. He smiled and looked up while scratching the little dogs tummy “honey”, “yeah” you replied “no honey” he said a little more insistently “what?” you responded he chuckled a little before clarifying “the puppy, we should call her honey”. Deep down you loved the name but you couldn’t help saying “I thought I was your honey” with a fake little pout “aw no you’re my princess” he said in response kissing your forehead again, you laughed a little and whispered “happy birthday, my love”.