Imagine Anxiety reading Discworld (or Logan tell him about them) and the Tiffany Aching books tell him how important second and third thoughts are. And he's like "That's me, that's my job. I'm the second and third thoughts." But he still claims to identify with Death the most. Meanwhile Morality is nose deep in the Night Watch books "Yes, Sam Vines, you do have to listen to your feet!"
I hate it when we sit down to eat and neither one of us says a word. I get it, yes I snapped at you but I apologized and still you said nothing. You have to understand that I feel like your punishing me for my past when you weren’t even a part of it. You don’t have any idea what position I was in. Yes I guess I do that to you whenever Sam is brought up but you didn’t do what you did before you met me. You lied and cheated while you were with me.
Bucky (who just woke up) (grumbly) (wrapped in blanket) goes to get a morning piece of fruit. Spots sam (definitely a morning person) (already in adult day clothes), mumbles ‘bullshit.’. Fucks off to his bed again, now +banana
„Something tells me it’s raining outside.“, Sam
chuckled, leaning back on his chair as he observed me.
I had just came in, my shoes squeaking as I
angrily stomped down the stairs, leaving a wet trail in the form of my
footprints. My clothes were soaked through and along with my hair, still
dripping drops of water as I made my way to Sam, who was sitting on the table
with a book wide open in front of him.
Glaring at him, I stopped near the table and he
„I thought you love rain?“ Sam mused.
„Yes, I do.“, I replied bitterly. „But not when
I have to go outside in the middle of a downpour and listen Dean nag the whole
way about his damp car seats!“
Sam laughed, even throwing his head back.
Usually, my heart would race at the mere sight of his amused expression, with
the corners of his mouth tilted upwards and his perfect teeth showing. But it
will have to take a lot more to warm up my mood right now.
„Where is he now?“ his eyebrow quirked.
„Wiping off his dearest Baby, of course.“, I
rolled my eyes and proceeded to walk towards the hall, so I could get to my
room and have a long, hot shower and then-
„Fuck!“ I exclaimed and then sighed,
remembering my shower is out of order.
I didn’t realize Sam was so close behind until
he spoke. „What is it now?“
„My shower doesn’t work.“, I explained in a
whining, but rather exhausted tone, while turning around and raising my head a
little to look at him.
„No problem.“, he shrugged and walked in front of
me, motioning for me to follow. „You can use the shower in my bedroom.“
I was a little surprised by the offer, but let
him guide to his room nevertheless. I’ve never actually been to his room, since
I’ve been staying with the Winchesters only for a couple of days until we solve
a common case. The guest room was better than the crappy motels in the area, so
they invited me over to the bunker.
Well, one of the things that I should pay
attention to if I ever hunt with the brothers again; bring more clothes. I had
two jeans and two shirts with me and they were now either wet or muddy.
Once I entered his room, I immediately thought
how well the decoration fit him. Everything was in order, minimal and
practical. Sam gestured towards the bathroom and I hurried in.
„Towels are in the drawer under the sink.“, Sam
smiled and exited his room, respecting my privacy and leaving me alone while I
But, by the time I got out, my body wrapped in
a towel while my wet and now clean hair was falling down over my shoulders, he
was in his room again. He held a few articles of clothing in his arms, neatly
„I got you clean clothes.“, he smiled, his gaze
quickly lowering and glancing down my almost naked body.. „I went to get yours,
but they were filthy.“
I smiled. „Thank you, Sam. That’s really
„As for the underwear…“, he spoke awkwardly,
but then sniggered. „Maybe I should ask Dean if he could borrow you any
A laugh escaped my mouth. „Maybe you should.“
„Uh…“, his eyes trailed over my body again.
„I’ll leave you to dress.“
He turned around, leaving the room again, and I
couldn’t help but chuckle. Sometimes, he was so dorky and awkward, it was hard
to imagine he was a strong, badass hunter who’s job is saving the whole wide
world along with his brother. It was adorable, actually. That’s one of the main
things it made me fall in love with him. And his humor. Dean was the cheeky
one, but Sam cracked jokes that were able to make me laugh harder than I
In a rush, I put on the clothes he gave me.
They were his, which made this situation a
whole lot better.
I had to tighten the waist band around the
sweatpants and one of the smallest shirts he could find was still too loose
fitted for me, but I absolutely adored it.
With one last curious look around the room, I
opened the doors and saw him leaned on the opposite wall, waiting.
„Thanks, Sam. I appreciate this.“, I grinned,
showing him how the clothes looked on me, with the sleeves covering my hands
and fingers completely.
„This looks good on you.“, he chuckled,
standing up and coming a bit closer.
„Not better than on you.“, I winked at with
that, walked down the hallway in the direction of my room.
Sam called my name after a mere few seconds and
I stopped. He was now peeking from his room, only his head and half of his
„I was just about to watch a movie. Wanna tag
I shrugged. „Sure. What are we watching?“
In a few steps I was back in his room again.
While he was setting up everything and getting the snacks, I simply got
comfortable on his bed and waited. My bones were still a bit chilly, despite
the hot, soothing shower, so I was shaking a bit when we started to watch the
„Are you cold?“ Sam noticed, of course.
„A bit.“, I hid my hands in the long sleeves of
his shirt again.
„C'mere.“, he spread his arms and grinned.
„Are you asking me to cuddle with you?“
„Maybe I am.“, his dimples were showing. „But,
you know… Only because of heat reasons.“
„You little flirt.“, I laughed slightly, moving
closer to him and into his arms.
My head was now resting on his torso, our arms
around each other.
„So, is it working yet?“ Sam asked in a low
voice, a bit unsure.
„Oh, it’s working alright.“, I smiled and he
Hi, could you write a story where the reader is a hunter and a friend of the
Winchesters but denies existence of angels, so they introduce Gabriel to her?
Please? Thanks! JSB
is determined to convince you that angels are real…why else would he call in
“Angels don’t exist!” You said with a laugh. You always enjoyed spending time with Sam and
Dean Winchester, they were like the brothers you never had. The three of you would drink and have a few
laughs, maybe do a hunt or two together, good times.
“Yes, they do!”
Dean exclaimed quickly. “You know
what, I’ll prove it!” Sam laughed as
Dean dramatically cleared his throat. “I
pray to Castiel, angel of the lord, really, a real angel, wings and all…”
“Get on with it, you dork!” You gave Dean a playful shove as you rolled
your eyes. You had to hand it to him, he
was going all out for a little joke.
We need you for a sec. Could you
You glanced around the bar, seeing if there were
any new faces. “Wow, you showed me…”
between Sam and Dean in Mr. McGregor’s living room, fidgeting just a bit. Dean
put his hand on your knee in a futile attempt to stop it from bouncing up and
down while you questioned the man. “So…you were friends with Dirk?” Mr.
McGregor asked. You averted your gaze to the floor, letting Sam do the talking
sir.” Sam answered. “In high school.”
don’t recall Dirk having many friends at Truman.” Mr. McGregor leaned back in
his chair and looked at the three of you with slight shock on his face.
did…” Dean looked at you and cleared his throat, “uh…when did Dirk pass?”
was 18.” Mr. McGregor said, voice breaking. “First there was the drinking, then
drugs, and then too many drugs…and then he just slipped through my fingers.” He
choked back tears. “It was my fault. I should have seen it coming, you know?
Dirk…he had his troubles.”
kind of troubles?” You questioned, finally finding your voice.