𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ¹

sam winchester - a hunter's life 💔💥🫦

sam slammed the door behind him, walking with anger into the motel room.

"what the hell, y/n?" he seethed.

the girl in question laid on the bed, gently dressing a large wound on her thigh, "sam, stop. i'm sorry okay? i screwed up."

"yeah, you did. you screwed up really fucking bad." he ran a hand through his hair, long due to the lack of a haircut, "look at your leg! you- you could've been killed, do you realise that?"

"hey!" y/n stood up, grimacing at the pain in her leg, "i saved your ass, that wendigo would have killed you, better me dead than you, winchester."

sam's face fell, "do you really believe that?"

"what? that i saved you? of course i believe--"

"no, that it'd be better if you died instead of me."

his eyes filled slightly, tears threatening to spill.

"sam..." y/n walked towards him, "you have your brother, you have your dad, and you have so much going for you. i don't have anything left to live for anyway, so if it meant you or dean got to live, i'd give myself up in a heartbeat."

"y/n--"

"that's just a hunter's life, sam. sacrifices for the greater good."

he pulled the girl into a hug, the scent of her shampoo infusing his senses. 

"no. i am not losing you."

"you won't. i'm sorry i was reckless."

"yeah, you better be, but i love you so i'll let it slide."

y/n pulled back from the hug, "what?"

"i love you, y/n. do you? love me back, i mean."

"i do." she laughed with tears in her eyes.

"yeah, that's not gonna be the only time you say that." he pulled her into a kiss, letting his lips engulf hers. the more they kissed, the more heated it got. he pushed her back onto the bed, careful to not hit the wound on her leg. her hands tangled themselves into his hair, tugging just enough to cause a pleasurable sensation for sam. he groaned and pushed himself up, reaching for his shirt, to pull it over his head.

"god, get a room you two, i'm tryna eat pie, go bone in the bathroom." dean said, walking into the motel room.

sam threw a pillow at his brother, making him drop his pie, and all the while he peppered kisses over y/n's face, pulling slight chuckles out of her at the ticklish feeling.