I Know I Haven't Posted In A While And I Really Need To Post The Third Part To 'The Bed Argument' But

Dating John Reese Would Include...

John would always have your back, and his protective instincts would be on high alert whenever you're together.

You'd feel safe and secure knowing he's willing to go to great lengths to keep you out of harm's way.

John's enigmatic personality would keep you intrigued and wanting to learn more about his past.

He'd have that irresistible, brooding charm that draws you in.

Dates with John would often involve thrilling, action-packed adventures as he handles cases and threats.

You might find yourselves in unexpected situations, but you'd navigate them together.

John would be fiercely loyal to you, and you'd know he'd always stand by your side.

His dedication to your well-being would be unwavering, also kinda scary o-o

Beneath the stoic exterior, John would open up to you about his thoughts and feelings, sharing his vulnerabilities.

Your conversations would be meaningful and thought-provoking.

You'd be amazed by John's exceptional combat and survival skills, which he'd occasionally demonstrate to keep you safe.

He'd teach you a thing or two about self-defense, making you feel empowered.

Amidst all the action, you'd cherish the quiet moments when John lets his guard down.

Cuddling on the couch or enjoying a peaceful evening together would be equally special.

I feel like this man would the best cuddles ever.

You'd become part of his close-knit circle, getting to know Finch, Shaw, and other team members.

Together, you'd work on solving cases and helping those in need.

John would respect your privacy and boundaries, understanding that he can be secretive.

You'd appreciate his ability to balance his past and present while making room for you in his life.

Sometimes, words wouldn't be necessary to convey your feelings for each other.

You'd share an unspoken connection that transcends ordinary relationships.

Okay, but like a relationship with John would be terrifying but also perfect at the same time?

Nightmares and Confessions

Kai Parker x Reader

No pronouns used

summary: After a harrowing nightmare, the reader seeks solace in the quiet of the night and finds unexpected company in Kai Parker. As they open up to each other about their fears and experiences, a deep connection forms. Amidst the darkness, an unexpected romance blossoms, promising a beautiful mess of emotions and desires in the face of supernatural chaos.

[Note: This story contains elements of supernatural themes.]

Nightmares and Confessions

You jolted awake, your heart racing as the remnants of a terrifying nightmare clung to your mind. Sweat coated your brow as you tried to calm your breathing, the images of your dream still haunting you. It had been so vivid, so real, and the fear it had instilled in you lingered like a dark cloud.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed yourself out of bed and made your way downstairs, hoping that a glass of water and a change of scenery would help banish the unsettling thoughts from your mind. The house was quiet, shrouded in the stillness of the night, and the dim moonlight filtering through the windows provided the only illumination.

As you descended the staircase, you noticed a figure on the couch, the silhouette of a person with their back to you. Your heart skipped a beat, panic momentarily replacing the remnants of your nightmare. But then, a voice that was all too familiar broke the silence.

"Couldn't sleep, huh?" Kai Parker's voice drawled as he turned to look at you, his blue eyes locking onto yours.

You sighed in relief, recognizing your fellow supernatural companion. "Kai, you scared me half to death," you admitted, a shaky smile forming on your lips.

Kai chuckled, patting the empty space on the couch beside him. "Come, sit down. Tell me about that nightmare. I'm a great listener."

You hesitated for a moment, but then you joined him on the couch. The leather felt cool against your skin, offering a stark contrast to the lingering warmth of your nightmare-induced sweat.

"It was just… a bad dream," you began, struggling to put the haunting images into words. "I was alone, and everything was falling apart. I couldn't save anyone."

Kai's expression softened as he listened, his eyes filled with empathy. "Nightmares can be a real pain," he said, his tone sincere. "But you're not alone, you know. You've got me, and I've got you."

You nodded, grateful for his comforting presence. "Thank you, Kai. It means a lot."

He smiled at you, his gaze lingering a little longer than it should have. "Anytime," he replied, his voice softer. "You know, I've had my fair share of nightmares too."

The conversation shifted, and you found yourself talking more openly with Kai than you ever had before. As the minutes turned into hours, you both shared stories, fears, and hopes. It was as if the darkness of the night had lifted, replaced by a connection you hadn't anticipated.

As the first rays of dawn began to creep through the windows, you found yourself leaning closer to Kai, your eyes locking onto his. The tension between you was palpable, and without another word, your lips met in a kiss that spoke of unspoken desires and the promise of something beautiful amidst the chaos.

In that moment, you realized that sometimes, even in the darkest of times, the most unexpected connections could blossom into something extraordinary. And as the sun rose on a new day, you couldn't help but smile at the beautiful mess that had unfolded between you and Kai Parker.

A Spell Gone Awry

someone requested a Stephen Strange x Reader but i accidentally deleted it so i can't tag them 😭 also, i love the work awry. js sounds cool. after i wrote this, my current obsession went from the mandalorian straight to a wizard so-

Stephen Strange x Reader

No pronouns used

Summary: In "A Spell Gone Awry," the reader finds themselves at the Sanctum Sanctorum seeking help from Doctor Stephen Strange after a magical mishap. Despite Stephen's initial annoyance, he agrees to assist the reader in fixing the botched spell. As they work together, their relationship deepens, and the initial annoyance transforms into affection. The story is a blend of magical mishaps, romance, and personal growth, culminating in a heartwarming moment that highlights the power of love and support in the face of challenges.

A Spell Gone Awry

You stood at the imposing entrance of the Sanctum Sanctorum, clutching a crumpled piece of parchment in your hand. The evening was crisp, and the mystical aura of the building sent shivers down your spine. You had messed up a spell—big time—and there was only one person who could help you now: Doctor Stephen Strange.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed open the heavy wooden door and stepped inside. The Sanctum's interior was as mysterious as its exterior, filled with ancient relics and books that seemed to whisper secrets from centuries past. You ventured further, the tapping of your shoes echoing through the vast hallways.

As you approached the library, you heard the faint rustling of pages and saw Stephen sitting at a table, engrossed in a tome of ancient spells. His distinctive crimson Cloak of Levitation hung nearby, seemingly keeping a watchful eye on you.

Clearing your throat nervously, you spoke up, "Stephen."

The Sorcerer Supreme looked up, his eyes narrowing as he saw you. "What brings you here, (Y/N)? Shouldn't you be resting after your last magical mishap?"

You winced, remembering the botched spell that had led you here. "I messed up, Stephen. Really messed up. I thought maybe you could help me fix it."

Stephen's annoyance was evident, and he sighed, closing the book before him. "You need to be more careful with your magic, (Y/N). You can't just waltz in here every time you make a mistake."

You lowered your head, feeling a flush of embarrassment. "I know, Stephen, and I'm sorry. I'll try to be more careful, I promise."

Stephen's stern expression softened slightly, and he beckoned you closer. "Come here, then. Let me see what kind of mess you've made."

You approached him, handing him the crumpled parchment with the spell you'd attempted. Stephen examined it closely, his fingers tracing the lines and symbols you'd drawn. "This is quite the mess," he muttered under his breath.

Guilt gnawed at your stomach as you watched him work. You knew you should have been more cautious, especially since you were dating the Sorcerer Supreme. The fact that he was helping you despite his annoyance made you feel both grateful and even more embarrassed.

After what felt like an eternity, Stephen finally looked up from the parchment. "I can fix this, but it will take some time and concentration. And I expect you to assist me every step of the way."

You nodded eagerly, relieved that he was willing to help. "Of course, Stephen. I'll do whatever it takes."

As the hours passed, the two of you worked side by side, carefully unraveling the tangled magic you had inadvertently created. Stephen's annoyance gradually gave way to a shared sense of accomplishment as you made progress. He guided you with patience, explaining the intricacies of the spell and how to mend it.

The atmosphere in the library shifted from one of tension to one of intimacy. As you and Stephen worked together, your fingers occasionally brushed against each other, sending a spark of warmth through your veins. There was a sense of closeness and connection that only grew with each passing moment.

Eventually, the spell was restored to its proper form, and you couldn't help but smile with gratitude. "Thank you, Stephen. I couldn't have done it without you."

Stephen returned your smile, his fingers lightly brushing against yours. "You're welcome, (Y/N). Just remember to be more cautious next time."

You leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his lips, feeling a rush of affection. "I will, I promise."

With the spell restored and your embarrassment gradually fading, you and Stephen retreated to a cozy corner of the library. You snuggled up to him, resting your head on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close.

As the two of you sat there, surrounded by ancient tomes and the warmth of each other's presence, you couldn't help but feel grateful for Stephen's guidance and love. The initial annoyance had given way to a deep connection, and you knew that with him by your side, you could face any magical challenge that came your way.

With a contented sigh, you whispered, "I love you, Stephen."

He pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his voice filled with affection. "I love you too, (Y/N). And I'll always be here to help you, no matter how many spells you mess up."

You closed your eyes, feeling safe and loved in his arms, and together, you drifted into a peaceful, magical slumber, knowing that the future held many more adventures—and plenty of fluffy moments—for the two of you.

The night passed in a peaceful embrace, and you awoke to the soft rays of morning light filtering through the library's windows. Stephen was still beside you, his steady presence a comforting reminder of the love you shared. You smiled at him, feeling a deep sense of contentment.

"I suppose we should get some rest now," Stephen whispered, his voice warm and tender.

You nodded, not wanting to let go of the moment just yet. "Just a little while longer."

With that, you nestled closer to Stephen, savoring the intimacy and love that had grown stronger through the night. The Sanctum Sanctorum may have been a place of magic and mysticism, but it was your love for each other that truly made it enchanting.

And as the two of you drifted back to sleep, entwined in each other's arms, you knew that no matter what challenges or spells awaited you in the future, you had the most powerful magic of all—love—to guide you through.

Heartbeat Symphony

AHHHH i love this man too much lmao. this is short and sweet so have fun my lovelies!

how have i not written for this man yet like-

Dean Winchester x Reader

No pronouns used

Summary: After a long day on the road, the couple finds solace in the comfort of the Impala. The story explores the quiet moments between hunts, emphasizing the deep connection and love they share. Back at the bunker, they unwind together, appreciating the simplicity of being a team both in and out of the field. The narrative highlights the strength of their bond and the sense of home they find in each other's company.

Heartbeat Symphony

Dean Winchester sat in the driver's seat of the Impala, one hand casually resting on the steering wheel as he glanced over at you. The rhythmic hum of the engine was the backdrop to the comfortable silence that filled the car. You had been on the road for hours, chasing down the latest lead on a case, and now the two of you were finally heading back to the bunker.

As Dean drove, he stole glances at you, appreciating the way the soft glow from the dashboard highlighted the contours of your face. The quiet moments between hunts were just as precious as the action-packed ones. He reached over, fingers brushing against yours, and a warm smile formed on his lips as he interlaced them.

"You doing okay, Y/N?" Dean asked, his voice a soothing melody that echoed through the Impala.

You nodded, leaning over to rest your head on his shoulder. "Yeah, just tired. Ready to get back and hit the hay."

Dean chuckled, the sound vibrating through both of you. "Well, we make a damn good team, don't we?"

You smirked, lifting your head to meet his eyes. "The best. Team Winchester."

As the familiar sight of the bunker came into view, Dean couldn't help but feel a swell of contentment. The two of you had been through so much together, and yet, every moment felt like a new adventure with you by his side.

Once inside the bunker, you kicked off your boots and flopped down onto the worn-out couch in the library. Dean joined you, sitting close enough that your shoulders brushed against each other. He reached for the TV remote, flicking through the channels until he found an old black-and-white movie.

"You know," Dean said, his arm finding its way around your shoulders, "we make a pretty good team in and out of the field."

You laughed, snuggling closer. "Yeah, we do. I wouldn't want to hunt monsters with anyone else."

Dean turned his head, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. "Me neither, Y/N."

The movie played in the background, but you found yourself more captivated by the steady cadence of Dean's heartbeat. It was a comforting symphony, a reminder that you were home, safe in the arms of the person you loved.

As the night wore on, you both drifted off to sleep on the couch, tangled together in a mess of limbs and blankets. The bunker echoed with the quiet sounds of the TV and the distant hum of the machinery that kept the place running.

In the darkness, Dean whispered words of love, promises, and gratitude, knowing that every day with you was a gift. And as you slept, you couldn't help but smile, feeling the warmth of his love surround you like a protective embrace. Together, you faced the challenges that came your way, hand in hand, heart in heart, a team bound by something stronger than any supernatural force – love.

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i loved writing this OMG!! i can't believe i haven't written for Dean yet. i absolutely adore him so so much lmao

thank you so much!!!

Heartbeat Symphony

AHHHH i love this man too much lmao. this is short and sweet so have fun my lovelies!

how have i not written for this man yet like-

Dean Winchester x Reader

No pronouns used

Summary: After a long day on the road, the couple finds solace in the comfort of the Impala. The story explores the quiet moments between hunts, emphasizing the deep connection and love they share. Back at the bunker, they unwind together, appreciating the simplicity of being a team both in and out of the field. The narrative highlights the strength of their bond and the sense of home they find in each other's company.

Heartbeat Symphony

Dean Winchester sat in the driver's seat of the Impala, one hand casually resting on the steering wheel as he glanced over at you. The rhythmic hum of the engine was the backdrop to the comfortable silence that filled the car. You had been on the road for hours, chasing down the latest lead on a case, and now the two of you were finally heading back to the bunker.

As Dean drove, he stole glances at you, appreciating the way the soft glow from the dashboard highlighted the contours of your face. The quiet moments between hunts were just as precious as the action-packed ones. He reached over, fingers brushing against yours, and a warm smile formed on his lips as he interlaced them.

"You doing okay, Y/N?" Dean asked, his voice a soothing melody that echoed through the Impala.

You nodded, leaning over to rest your head on his shoulder. "Yeah, just tired. Ready to get back and hit the hay."

Dean chuckled, the sound vibrating through both of you. "Well, we make a damn good team, don't we?"

You smirked, lifting your head to meet his eyes. "The best. Team Winchester."

As the familiar sight of the bunker came into view, Dean couldn't help but feel a swell of contentment. The two of you had been through so much together, and yet, every moment felt like a new adventure with you by his side.

Once inside the bunker, you kicked off your boots and flopped down onto the worn-out couch in the library. Dean joined you, sitting close enough that your shoulders brushed against each other. He reached for the TV remote, flicking through the channels until he found an old black-and-white movie.

"You know," Dean said, his arm finding its way around your shoulders, "we make a pretty good team in and out of the field."

You laughed, snuggling closer. "Yeah, we do. I wouldn't want to hunt monsters with anyone else."

Dean turned his head, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. "Me neither, Y/N."

The movie played in the background, but you found yourself more captivated by the steady cadence of Dean's heartbeat. It was a comforting symphony, a reminder that you were home, safe in the arms of the person you loved.

As the night wore on, you both drifted off to sleep on the couch, tangled together in a mess of limbs and blankets. The bunker echoed with the quiet sounds of the TV and the distant hum of the machinery that kept the place running.

In the darkness, Dean whispered words of love, promises, and gratitude, knowing that every day with you was a gift. And as you slept, you couldn't help but smile, feeling the warmth of his love surround you like a protective embrace. Together, you faced the challenges that came your way, hand in hand, heart in heart, a team bound by something stronger than any supernatural force – love.

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i loved writing this OMG!! i can't believe i haven't written for Dean yet. i absolutely adore him so so much lmao

The Bed Argument - Part II

Part I Part III

i recommend reading part 1 first but this can be read as a stand alone!

Stephen Strange x Reader

they/them pronouns used

Summary: Stephen and the reader wake up in a compromising position with Stephen's arm draped over Y/N. After Stephen apologizes profusely, Y/N becomes fed up with his constant apologies and decides to take matters into their own hands. They share an unexpected and sweet kiss that marks a shift in their relationship.

The Bed Argument - Part II

The soft Irish morning light filtered into the room, casting a warm glow on the two occupants of the bed. Y/N stirred from their slumber, slowly becoming aware of an unexpected weight on their waist. Their eyes fluttered open, and they realized that Stephen's arm was draped over them. It was a rather intimate position, and Y/N couldn't help but feel a rush of flustered confusion.

Just as they were contemplating how to extricate themselves from the situation without waking Stephen, he started to stir. His eyes opened, and upon realizing the compromising position, he hastily pulled his arm back.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry," Stephen began to apologize profusely. "I didn't mean to—"

Frustration welled up in Y/N, not from the awkward situation, but from Stephen's incessant apologies. They turned to face him, their gaze softening. "Stephen, it's okay. You don't have to apologize for everything."

Stephen blinked in surprise at Y/N's response, still flustered but relieved that they weren't angry.

Feeling an inexplicable rush of emotions, Y/N leaned in closer, their lips brushing against Stephen's in a gentle, sweet kiss. It was a moment of pure impulse, their feelings suddenly taking over. The world seemed to fade away as they kissed, and for the first time, their interactions were marked by something other than argument and frustration.

When they finally pulled away, Stephen was left slightly breathless. His usual composed demeanor had been thoroughly shattered. "I… I didn't expect that."

Y/N smiled, a hint of playfulness in their eyes. "Neither did I, but maybe it's time we stopped fighting and gave this a chance."

The tension that had been a constant between them seemed to melt away as they lay there, side by side. The mission had brought them to this unexpected point, but perhaps it was also the beginning of something new, a connection they hadn't anticipated.

As they cuddled closer to each other, wrapped in the warmth of the shared bed, the atmosphere in the room transformed from one of conflict to one of quiet intimacy. It was a moment of unspoken understanding, where words were no longer necessary to bridge the gap between them.

They began to talk softly, opening up to each other in a way they hadn't before. Stephen spoke about the pressures of his responsibilities as the Sorcerer Supreme, and Y/N shared stories from their past that had shaped their strong-willed nature. Their defenses were down, and they discovered a surprising common ground in their shared sense of duty and the need to protect the world from supernatural threats.

Hours passed in the comfortable embrace, and before they knew it, their conversation had transitioned into the early hours of the morning. It was a deep and honest exchange, one that forged a connection stronger than the tension that had characterized their interactions before.

As dawn broke and the first rays of the sun painted the room in a soft, golden light, Stephen and Y/N exchanged one more tender kiss. It was a promise of new beginnings, and the recognition that the friction between them had merely been a prelude to a deeper, more profound connection.

They may have been an unlikely pair, but the night had shown them that sometimes, in the most unexpected of circumstances, something beautiful can emerge from the chaos.

Everyone who reblogs this is gay.

Coding Connection: A Partnership in the Shadows

Requested by @zephindles.

Thank you so much for the request!

Harold Finch x Reader

No pronouns used for the reader

summary: In the digital age, where information reigns supreme, a chance encounter with the enigmatic Harold Finch leads a brilliant computer whiz into a world of hidden surveillance, vigilantism, and moral complexity. As they work together to protect lives flagged by the Machine, a sentient AI, a deep connection grows between them. Despite the weight of their mission and the secrets they hold, a unique bond emerges, one that transcends the digital realm and sparks a love that blossoms in the quiet moments between lines of code and flashes of brilliance. "Coding Connection: A Partnership in the Shadows" is a tale of justice, trust, and the profound connection that can be found in the most unexpected places.

Coding Connection: A Partnership in the Shadows

The world had become a sea of data, an ocean of information that swirled around Harold Finch's brilliant mind. He had built the Machine, a sentient AI that watched over humanity, predicting threats and saving lives. But in the shadows of the digital age, Harold remained hidden, his face unknown to all but a few.

You were a computer whiz, a genius in your own right, and your path crossed with Harold's in the most unexpected way. A chance encounter during an investigation led you to discover the existence of the Machine and the enigmatic man who had created it.

One evening, you received a mysterious message on your computer, a string of numbers and codes that seemed to defy explanation. Intrigued and determined to uncover the truth, you followed the breadcrumbs, which eventually led you to a quiet library on the outskirts of the city.

There, in the dimly lit room filled with ancient books and the soft hum of computers, you found Harold Finch. He was seated at a desk, glasses perched on his nose, fingers dancing across a keyboard. His presence exuded an air of secrecy and intellect that both intrigued and intimidated you.

"Are you Mr. Finch?" you asked cautiously, your heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

He looked up, his gaze penetrating but kind. "I am. And you must be the one who's been following the trail."

You nodded, taking a deep breath. "I want to help. I want to understand what you're doing."

Harold studied you for a moment, as if assessing your sincerity. Then, he motioned for you to sit. "It's not a path for the faint of heart. What I do, what the Machine does, it comes with a heavy burden."

You met his gaze, determination in your eyes. "I'm not afraid. I've seen the potential for good that your creation possesses."

Over time, you became Harold's trusted ally, working alongside him to protect those whose lives the Machine flagged as at risk. Together, you delved into the intricate web of data and surveillance, navigating the moral complexities of playing god in a world driven by technology.

As days turned into weeks and weeks into months, you found yourself drawn to Harold in ways you couldn't explain. His quiet strength, his unwavering commitment to justice, and the way his eyes sparkled with hidden depths all captured your heart.

One evening, as you sat side by side in the library, the soft glow of monitors casting a warm light on his face, you found the courage to voice what had been on your mind.

"Harold," you began hesitantly, "there's something about this work, about you, that I can't ignore."

He turned to you, his expression softening. "And what is it, Y/N?"

You reached for his hand, your fingers interlocking with his. "It's the knowledge that we're making a difference together, and the feeling that maybe, in this vast sea of data, we've found something worth protecting."

A faint smile tugged at his lips, and he squeezed your hand gently. "I couldn't agree more."

In the midst of a world driven by algorithms and surveillance, you and Harold Finch had found a connection that transcended the digital realm. It was a connection rooted in a shared purpose, an unyielding commitment to justice, and a love that blossomed in the quiet moments between lines of code and flashes of brilliance.

And as you continued to work together, you realized that sometimes, the most profound connections are the ones that are hidden in plain sight, waiting to be uncovered by those who dare to look beyond the surface.

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im so glad that was my first request ever! i was planning on writing a Finch x Reader anyways and this just made me more excited for it ;-;. thank you @zephindles for the request!

Unspoken Connection

Sameen Shaw x Reader

No pronouns used

summary: In the bustling world of espionage and intrigue, a chance encounter sparks an unspoken connection between the enigmatic Sameen Shaw and an unsuspecting reader. As they navigate the complexities of their dangerous profession, they find solace in each other's presence and discover a bond that transcends words. "Unspoken Connection" explores the unspoken understanding between two individuals drawn together by fate in a world filled with secrets and uncertainty.

Unspoken Connection

You walked into the bustling precinct, your heart pounding in your chest as you headed to your desk. It was just another day at work for you, but little did you know, today would be different.

As you settled into your chair, you couldn't help but glance over at the enigmatic Sameen Shaw. She was leaning against her desk, a coffee cup in hand, her expression as stoic as ever. Shaw had always intrigued you with her mysterious aura, and you found yourself stealing glances at her whenever you could.

Today, however, was different. You felt her gaze on you, and when you turned to meet her eyes, a flicker of something unspoken passed between you. It was a momentary connection, a spark that you couldn't explain.

Over the next few weeks, you couldn't shake the feeling that Shaw was watching you, even when you weren't in her line of sight. You tried to focus on your work, but your thoughts kept drifting back to her.

One day, as you were leaving the precinct, you found yourself walking alongside Shaw. It was a rare occurrence, as she usually kept to herself.

"Hey," you said, trying to sound casual. "Do you ever get the feeling that someone's watching you?"

Shaw didn't answer immediately, but after a moment, she spoke in her usual monotone voice. "All the time."

You chuckled nervously, not sure if she was being serious or not. "Yeah, it's a weird feeling, isn't it?"

Shaw nodded, and for the first time, you saw a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. It was a small, almost imperceptible gesture, but it sent a shiver down your spine.

From that day on, you and Shaw began to exchange more words, more glances. You discovered that beneath her tough exterior, there was a vulnerability that she rarely showed to anyone else. And she learned that you were someone who could see through her walls.

As your connection deepened, you realized that the unspoken bond you shared with Sameen Shaw was unlike anything you had ever experienced before. It was a connection that transcended words, a silent understanding that brought the two of you closer together.

And in the midst of a world filled with danger and uncertainty, you found solace in each other's presence, knowing that no matter what the future held, you had found a kindred spirit in Sameen Shaw.

Reluctant Guardian

I know its been a while and I'm sorry :( of course, if you have any requests, mine are still open and welcome!! Now onto Sammy Winchester!!!

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Sam Winchester x Reader

No pronouns used for Reader

Summary: After Sam gets injured on a hunt alone, Castiel sends a trustworthy angel to heal him. There's a catch though, the reader and Sam seem to butt heads all the time.

Reluctant Guardian

Sam Winchester had been on the trail of a nest of vampires for days. With Dean off handling a haunting in another town, Sam insisted he could manage this one on his own. But now, as he leaned against a tree in the dense forest, clutching his bleeding side, he wasn't so sure.

The vampire lay dead at his feet, its head severed from its body. But the satisfaction of victory was overshadowed by the pain radiating from the deep gash in his side. He needed help, and he needed it fast.

"Castiel," Sam muttered as he fumbled for his phone. He dialed the angel’s number, hoping against hope that his friend would be available.

On the other end, Castiel was in the midst of a heated argument with several other angels. The celestial conflict was growing more intense by the day, leaving him stretched thin.

"Sam?" Castiel's voice came through, strained but concerned.

"Cas, I’m hurt. I need you to heal me," Sam gasped, his vision starting to blur.

"I'm… I'm tied up with something crucial," Castiel replied, glancing around at the other angels. "But I'll get someone to you."

Before Sam could protest, Castiel ended the call and turned to the angel beside him. "I need you to go to Sam. He's hurt."

The angel, you, narrowed your eyes. "Why me? Surely there are others who can—"

"There's no time to argue," Castiel interrupted, his voice stern. "Go now."

You crossed your arms defiantly. "Cas, I am in the middle of handling other pressing matters. Why can't Balthazar or even Uriel take care of this?"

Castiel’s gaze hardened. "Balthazar is dealing with a demon incursion in Europe, and Uriel is… well, Uriel. You're the best option right now."

"Best option, or just the most convenient?" you shot back. "You always do this, Cas. Every time Sam or Dean gets themselves into trouble, I'm the one you call. Why?"

"Because I trust you," Castiel replied, his tone softening but still firm. "And because I know you care, even if you won’t admit it."

You looked away, the truth of his words hitting harder than you wanted to acknowledge. "This isn’t about me caring. It’s about you using me as a crutch for your human friends."

"They’re more than just human friends," Castiel said quietly. "They’re family."

The word 'family' struck a chord. You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "Fine. I’ll go. But this is the last time, Cas."

Castiel gave a small, grateful nod. "Thank you."

With a heavy sigh, you vanished from Castiel's side and appeared in the forest where Sam was barely holding on to consciousness.

"Sam Winchester," you muttered under your breath, annoyed at the task. "Always getting into trouble."

Sam looked up, his eyes widening in surprise. "You’re not Cas."

"No, I’m not," you replied curtly, kneeling beside him. "But I’m here to save your sorry hide, so hold still."

As you placed your hands over his wound, a warm light emanated from your palms, healing the gash almost instantly. Sam winced, then sighed in relief as the pain subsided.

"Thanks," he said, looking at you with a mixture of gratitude and confusion.

"You're welcome," you replied, standing up. "Though I don’t understand why Castiel sends me to you every time you get yourself into trouble."

"Maybe because he knows you’re capable," Sam suggested, standing up slowly. "Or maybe he enjoys seeing us butt heads."

You scoffed. "Or maybe he just enjoys seeing you get under my skin."

Sam, despite his condition, couldn’t help but grin. "It's mutual, you know. You have a knack for pushing my buttons."

"Funny, I was going to say the same thing about you," you shot back, crossing your arms. "Why do you always insist on taking these solo missions? You know you can't handle everything on your own."

"I'm perfectly capable," Sam retorted, the defensive tone in his voice unmistakable. "And I don’t need an angel babysitter."

"Clearly, you do," you said, your voice rising in frustration. "You were about to bleed out here, Sam! Do you have any idea how reckless that is?"

"Reckless?" Sam's eyes flared with anger. "I was handling it. I had it under control."

"You call this under control?" you snapped, gesturing to his bloodstained clothes. "You’re lucky I got here in time."

Sam opened his mouth to argue but then closed it, taking a deep breath. "Look, I appreciate what you did. I do. But you don’t get to lecture me about taking risks. It's part of the job."

"Taking risks is one thing. Getting yourself killed is another," you replied, your tone softening slightly. "I don't enjoy seeing you like this, Sam. I care too much to keep watching you hurt yourself."

There was a stunned silence as the words hung in the air. You immediately regretted letting your true feelings slip, and Sam's eyes widened in surprise.

"You… you care about me?" Sam asked, his voice softening.

You looked away, feeling vulnerable. "I… I didn't mean it like that."

"But you do care," Sam said, stepping closer despite the lingering pain. "I didn’t know."

"Well, now you do," you replied curtly, trying to regain your composure. "Just… try to stay out of trouble, okay?"

Sam hesitated, then took a deep breath. "You know, you're not the only one who cares."

You blinked, taken aback. "What?"

"I care about you too," Sam confessed, his voice steady. "Probably more than I should. And it's not just because you save my life. It's because you're there, even when we argue, even when things get tough. You're there."

You stared at him, feeling a mix of emotions. "Sam…"

"Look, I'm not saying it's easy," Sam continued, his eyes locked on yours. "But I think there's something here, between us. Something worth fighting for."

You felt your defenses crumbling. "I… I never thought you felt that way."

"Well, I do," Sam said softly. "And I think maybe, just maybe, we can figure this out together."

For a moment, you both stood there, the forest around you silent. Then you nodded, a small smile forming on your lips. "Okay. Let's try."

Sam smiled back, relief and hope evident in his eyes. "Yeah. Let's."

You nodded curtly before vanishing, leaving Sam alone in the forest once more. As he started making his way back to the motel, he couldn't help but feel that despite the friction, a deeper connection had been forged between the two of you—a reluctant but undeniable bond that might just be the beginning of something more.