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"Hey," Sam said with a small wave, and a smile so warm that it could melt wax. You looked at him vaguely. It came as no surprise to you that he was sitting at his laptop, just as usual.
"Hiya, Sammy," you replied to the man, frowning. With your eyes fixed determinedly on the carpet, you plodded across the seaside-themed motel room and flopped unceremoniously onto your bed.
"Bad day, huh?" the younger Winchester asked quietly. You squeezed your eyes together tightly and sighed heavily.
"Yeah," you huffed. You were given no vocal response from him, but there was a shuffle of a chair being moved, and then the sound of footsteps edging closer. Strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into a warm embrace. You nuzzled your head into Sam's shoulder, curling yourself into his lap.
"Think I can help?" He asked softly, placing a hand on your neck and tilting your chin up to look at him. A smile spread onto your face.
Sam leaned in and gently placed his lips on yours. The kiss was gentle and sweet, and left a familiar buzz in your stomach. When you broke apart, you let your head sink back down onto his chest.
"Sam?" You whispered into his shoulder after a moment of silence between the two of you.
"Mm-hmm?" a hum came from the man in reply.
"Will you stay for a while?" You looked up to him slowly, gaze latching on to his breathtakingly beautiful eyes.
"Of course," Sam said with a warm chuckle. He pulled you closer and brought his hand up to the back of your head, running his fingers gently through your hair. In each other's embrace, you settled down onto the bed. With such a comforting hold around you, what need was there for blankets?
Both of you lay together in silence, soaking in the body-heat. The night progressed, and neither of you moved or said anything. You didn't even notice when Dean came home and quietly slipped back out again, leaving you be.
The troubles and concerns that had been pestering your mind seemed to slip away with every minute spent in his arms. Feeling at peace, you eventually fell asleep to the steady rise and fall of Sam Winchester's chest and the soft sound of his heartbeat.
There wasn't a single bad day that couldn't be fixed by your little puppy-dog moose.
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And that’s okay.
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Dean X Reader: Bad Things Happen (One-Shot!)
Dean X Reader: Bad Things Happen (One-Shot!)
A/N: This One-Shot! contains sensitive material, do not read further if you do not wish to be disturbed by this content, for those who are brave enough, read on. Aside from that, sorry for being like a day late, my health is garbage and my insomnia is like my best friend. Anyways, hope you enjoy <3
Sam was in his motel next door, listening to the screaming match in the room next door, he sighed and peeked out the window to see you shove Dean out of your hotel room, “Why don’t you just get in your car and leave?!” You screamed, “I will then! But this time I’m n
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Wish You Were a Stranger (Sam x reader)
Title: Wish You Were a Stranger
Prompt: "Go and live with her, then!"
Pairing: Sam x reader, Sam x Ruby
Word count: ~860
Warnings: Sam's a little bit of a dick. Otherwise we're fine. ^^
"Go and live with her, then! See if I care."
As the words came out of your mouth, you could feel how each of them ripped and crushed your heart to tiny little pieces. Still, you kept your head, your arms crossed tightly over your chest and your eyes turned away from Sam, who stood by the door, a bag in his hands and an expression of mixed feelings on his face. He was angry at you, you knew that, but you didn't care, or tried not to. You were just as angry at
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and also for anybody having a bad day. I hope some Sammy Winchester and a badly written fanfiction will cheer you up.
Ugh.. Sorry it's so short!
I cannot write at the moment!!!!
I DON'T OWN SAM OR SUPERNATURAL, GUYS.
You belong to me... MUHAHAHAHA. I wish.
You belong to whoever you want...
I really appreciate comments!!
THEY MAKE MY BAD DAYS GOOD.
and also for anybody having a bad day. I hope some Sammy Winchester and a badly written fanfiction will cheer you up.
Ugh.. Sorry it's so short!
I cannot write at the moment!!!!
I DON'T OWN SAM OR SUPERNATURAL, GUYS.
You belong to me... MUHAHAHAHA. I wish.
You belong to whoever you want...
I really appreciate comments!!
THEY MAKE MY BAD DAYS GOOD.
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WARNING! Carry on reading! Or you will die, even if you only looked at the word warning! Once there was a little girl called Clarissa, she was ten-years-old and she lived in a mental hospital, because she killed her mom and her dad. She got so bad she went to kill all the staff in the hospital so the More-government decided that best idea was to get rid of her so they set up a special room to kill her, as humane as possible but it went wrong the machine they were using went wrong. And she sat there in agony for hours until she died. Now every week on the day of her death she returns to the person that reads this letter, on a Monday night at 12:00 a.m. She creeps into your room and kills you slowly, by cutting you and watching you bleed to death. Now send this to ten other pictures on this one site, and she will haunt someone else who doesn't. This isn't fake. apparently, if you copy and paste this to ten comments in the next ten minutes you will have the best day of your life tomorrow.You will either get kissed or asked out, if you break this chain u will see a little dead girl in you