I M A G I N E

❝This is the first time you've seen Sam since you left him.❞

W A R N I N G S
• slight smut •
• strong language •

F A N F I C
SAM WINCHESTER
SUPERNATURAL

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You were standing outside in the cool Lebanon, Kansas air, wearing just a cardigan sweater over a pair of tight booty hugging jeans and a Paramore t-shirt. It was the night of a New Moon and you were anxious. You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest to try and conserve your body heat.

"This some kind of joke?" Sam tried not to look at anything beyond your eyes. He had clearly been thrown off from the sight of you. He was angry to see you as a matter of fact and you knew better than to do anything else to set him off too quickly.

"I thought it was about time I got around to apologizing," you scratched the back of your neck. Truthfully you needed his help, and as it turns out, he was the only person alive able to do the job.

"It's been four years, Y/N." He clenched his jaw.

You looked behind you, noting how dark it was already. Even in your line of work, the dark still scared you shitless. "We've both been tied up..." You looked back at Sam, resituating the bag on your shoulder.

"Tied up?" Sam scoffed. "You could've called instead then since you're so tied up. Sorry to see you wasted a trip-" he nearly closed the door in your face.

"Okay, Jesus. That's not all, I need your help!" You dug in your pocket, and stuck your hand out, revealing by a short slip of paper.

Sam looked at it hesitantly, "What is this?"

"Just read it."

Sam looked it over, trying not to laugh.

"A love spell? What does that have to do with me?" He smirked all of a sudden looking at you smugly.

"The spell led me here..." The moment the words left your mouth, you wanted to take them all back.

"This is a joke."

"Wish it was, Sam," You sighed. "You gonna let me in yet, or are you gonna let me freeze to death?" You shivered, giving him your best set of puppy eyes.

After thinking it over, Sam welcomed you inside, before he closed and locked everything up.

"Do I even wanna know how you found this place?"

"Nope."

"So, you cast the spell?" Sam led you inside.

"No, that's the thing. I didn't cast it. I was on a case. The witch I was after was a hopeless romantic. I found out she was cursing people in her town, drawing hunter eyes, of course when tabloids were reading weird shit like love drought city claims they're under a curse, I went running. Baltimore, Maryland has one of the lowest marriage rates in the country, but that's not inherently strange. I don't have room to talk." You muttered the last part.

  "Anyway, I was on the job, and I bumped into her in the street, literally. She saw me coming through premonitions and decided to give me a taste of what she was giving everyone else. I claimed love didn't exist and she was being dramatic. The fucking lady had nothing better to do. She told me that to break the curse I have to form a 'relationship of love or rekindle one I've lost' - her words, not mine. So I ran it by one of my old friends who's practicing light magic, and she suggested I use this to counteract the curse while simultaneously breaking it."

"Is that how-?"

"Why do we keep having people in and out of this place? I just wanted to take a damn nap during the day for once, but no, everyone knows where the secret bunker is," Dean grumbled, appeared from down the hall, dressed in jeans and flannel. You couldn't help but notice how similar Sam's flannel was to Dean's.

"Dean," you greeted, feeling your cheeks warming. "Awe, the two of you are matching."

Dean frowned at the sight of you. "What the hell is she doing here, Sammy?"

"Awe and he still calls you, Sammy?" You teased, knowing it had always irritated Sam.

Sam clenched his jaw for the tenth time since you arrived. "Y/N needed my help. Starting to regret that decision."

"Yeah, I'm sure she did. Finally done ghosting my brother?"

"Don't come for me, Winchester. I don't see you calling Cassie either, Mr. Lisa is my happy ending. If I get it from anyone, it's you," you hissed.

Sam had told you briefly about the time they'd helped Dean's first love on a hunt and how he'd never seen Dean so in love before, even with Lisa. It was a wonder he never chased after her. Despite what may have happened, you rooted for them cause when you were closer to the Winchester's you realized how painful their lives must have been. They deserved to be truly happy too.

Dean raised his hands in surrender. "I can't believe you told her about that."

Sam smirked, amused.

You sighed, "Can we please get back to the subject."

"What do you want me to do? I don't really see how I'm going to break your curse," Sam walked over to a room with tons of bookcases and sat down at the table in the center.

"You're gonna make me say it, aren't you?"

"He's gonna make you say it," Dean nodded, somehow still lingering in the room as you took a seat across from Sam.

"Dean! Why are you still here? Read the room dude."

This is my bunker!"

"I don't care. There's obviously like 20 other places you could be right now!"

"Fine," He huffed, before leaving.

"God, I don't miss that," You palmed your forehead.

You couldn't help but feel your cheeks warming with the weight of Sam's gaze. Seeing him again was stirring up all sorts of emotions within you.

"I'm waiting for you to say it," his voice was steady and filled with contented confidence. It took you a moment to collect your thoughts.

"Alright, alright. You smug bastard," Turning away, you couldn't keep his gaze.

"You're the only person I've ever seriously loved and it was too much work to try and find someone else. There. Happy?" You could feel your heart double in speed.

"Ohh?"

"Yes, Sammy." You teased, rolling your eyes.

"Oh that's low," He smiled.

A short silence settled between the two of you, until your mouth started moving before you could stop it.

"Ya know, I didn't mean to ghost you," You looked at the wooden table, pressing your fingers into its grooves.

"It just kinda happened. I'm really sorry I wasn't more mature about the way I ended things, but I just wasn't ready for what we were. Things were moving so quickly and not that that's an excuse, but I started to want all the things they say we can't have in our line of work. And I knew it was selfish to want that-"

"I really wish you would've just communicated with me."

"It didn't feel real, honestly. It was like I was suspended in time, and I didn't deserve to be happy. Hunters don't get that," You chuckled humorlessly. "Not when I would've been taking you away from what you were good at. You helping people. Saving people. And me... the only living survivor of a family massacre. Why should I get to find peace? When my family couldn't? I just wanted to take it all back."

"I didn't, I mean we had something special back then, Y/N," Sam scratched his neck.

"We did. I think about it all the time. And then I remember how it's all on me," Your eyes starting to tear up. "Jesus I don't even know why I came here. What was I thinking? That the second I saw you everything was just going to be fine! I let that freaking witch get in my damn head."

"Y/N-"

"You know what I'm sorry, I shouldn't have bothered you with this bullshit."

"I'll help you. It isn't bullshit either."

"I really don't know why you should. Besides, this isn't even your problem," You turned away, heading towards the door feeling like a complete idiot.

"There's a lot of things I shouldn't do, but I'm doing this," Sam scoffed. "Hey, look. We'll figure it out."

"Sam," You looked down at his hand reached out to grab yours. This was familiar. It felt like it did back then, but you remembered once again that you were the one that ruined it.

You pulled away, turning back towards the door again.

"You've gotta stop shutting me out. I'm not going to hurt you!"

"I hate when people say that. Yes, you are. Eventually. That's the fucking point!"

"The point of what? You really think that lowly of me?"

"Not you. I ju-just," You sighed. "It wouldn't be love if you couldn't hurt me..." you rambled, stopping once you realized what you said. "God, this is just too weird, Sam."

"Stop for a second," he held you by your shoulders. "What did the witch say exactly?"

"Just that she was very adamant about proving her point. Hence why I'm fucking cursed!"

"I'm surprised you wanted to break it," He released you.

"I didn't, until she told me the curse would start offing the people I hold dear, and the people I've saved."

"Y/N actually has a heart, wow," The sound of Dean's voice filled the room.

"I swear to God, Dean I will punch you in the fucking throat."

"Mhmm, Sammy did always like em' feisty."

"I'm going to kill him."

"I give you permission to kill him."

Dean's mouth dropped. "Seriously man?"

Sam shrugged while his brother went and returned once again, this time holding a beer. You rolled your eyes.

"So what I'm hearing is that you need to cast a light spell while casting a counterspell. Will that even work?" Dean wondered, interjecting himself.

"I don't know. My friend said the light energy might help permeate any forms of protection she might have up," you sighed.

Sam nodded, giving you the okay. "Well, I'll do what I can."

You cleared your throat. "She also insisted the spell would work best through provoking soul ties."

"What does that mean?"

"Umm, that fucking seals the deal apparently," you kept your mouth in a straight line with your eyes turned down.

"I'm gonna go," Dean choked on his beer. "Leave ya to it."

"If only I knew that's all it took to get him to leave a room," you mumbled.

"Why, exactly? About the spell, not Dean," Sam looked confused. You almost felt your heart break.

"Acts of passion generate stronger forces of energy. They raise vibrations, so it would provide more power to the spell I'm guessing," you tried to hide your disappointment from your voice, but you were sure he could sense it.

"You sure this isn't just a scheme to get back in my pants?" He smirked. You looked up at him, searching for an ounce of seriousness. Luckily there was none within his eyes.

Playing along you grinned, "Could be, you tryna find out?"

"If it's for a good cause, what could it hurt?" Sam looked you over, admiring you in a way that made you shiver. You used to hate this feeling—when he'd tower over you with a hungry gaze.

Not knowing if you should, you let him lead, let him dominate you like he'd always been good at.

Stepping closer, he closed the space between you. Placing his hands tentatively against your waist, he gave your hips a small squeeze.

You hummed, anticipating what could possibly happen next, you lingered on the balls of your feet, closing your eyes as he drew near, burying his face in your neck. He inhaled, taking in the smell of your subtle yet sweet perfume.

"We've got a lot of time to make up for," his teeth grazed your collarbone, tongue circling your pulse before he kissed you there tenderly. You could feel your stomach flip with anticipation as you crossed your ankles, trying to suppress your building feminine energy.

It can't be this easy! God, why does he make me such a sub? You wondered, trying to force yourself to speak—to take control. In the years you'd been away from one another, the two of you had obviously grown sexually, so why did you feel like you were the same shy girl from back then?

"Y/N?" Sam paused, admired you for a moment through the silence.

"I've never let myself even dream about having a family, never thought it was possible, till I wanted it. I wanted it with you," He admitted, surprising you.

"I-," you started to say, struggling to even think, as he backed you up against the table, lifting you and sitting you down.

"You don't have to say anything, I just needed you to know that if we could have that kind of life, you would've been my first choice too."