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Angst Prompt Drabble (#1/3.)

SPN Angst Prompt Drabble. (#1/3.)

•"Enjoy the Sam/Reader/Lucifer thing going on. SAMIFER SUPREMACY."
-M

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"You had conned me into thinking you were dead for six years. How can I even trust you?"
"It's a long story. Just trust in me."

"I think that's gonna leave more than a couple of marks."
"Oh, you don't say?"

"You're only still alive because I like you."

((Based around a Female ||Witch|| reader. Sam W.))
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Life was a sort of unfortunate miracle you still clung desperately onto despite your unwillingness to partake in each trial it put you through.

Errors were bound for a person like yourself, someone who's track record never read clean.

Being a Witch forced you into paths that wound and sabotaged those who cared for you in your past life, your human life, and sabotaged your future.
It was just something you went with, even if you didn't want this life to turn out that way.

And with each problem you faced on this journey, you usually overcame it with some relative ease.

But not this time.

You attracted trouble like a faulty magnet, the twisting and curled fingers of fate curling itself around your body in an inescapable grip.

It wanted you like a bad ex, like trouble needed to find you and ruin what you had established thus far.

So you chose to dig back into the clock of life and sift throughout your memories, distressed for the help of the few before your time as a Witch that would possibly even entertain the idea of seeing you again.

You messed up too many lives before, and sacrificed so much only to end up vastly alone and without the unconditional love and support of family.

But the one person you could always count on was Sam Winchester.

You went back since his time in Stanford. He would never settle right and rest until he knew you were at least okay in a sense.

So you did just that. You called him, and left him a new voicemail, claiming of a dire situation that heeded him.

It didn't quite surprise you when he inexplicably arrived at your door and bursted his way in, amazed by the fact you were even still standing on your own two feet.

Alive at that.

"Well, what a nice bombshell to drop on me. I assume you hauled your sweet ass straight my direction?"

Sam kept his hand on the upper part of your front door, gripping it harshly as he stared down at you with his typical look of  earnest amusement and ever unsmiling.

"You had a lot of balls calling me right now. With the Devil and his goody two shoes brother on the rise? I've got some priorities to set, and you weren't one of them."

"It's nice seeing you too, Sam.
It's been a while."

He scoffed before walking inside and slamming the door, bolting it shut with his other hand as he herded you farther into the living room and kitchen area with each alarmingly long stride.

"What did you do? You called me back out of the blue after years of being inexplicably missing and you expect me to solve all of your problems?"

"Got the time to clean my oven out while you're at it?"