Supernatural One-Shots

Defeating The System

Sam x Reader- light fluff/cute

This one comes from MajesticSenpai

Check out her story "Silent Screams". It's quite brilliant if I do say so myself, and I do. :)

Love you, darling! ~Allons-y!~

Here goes nothing ;)

(Set in Season 4)

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Another motel. Another hunt. Another adventure with the Winchester brothers. Now, don't get me wrong. I loved the life, and I loved the boys like my own kin. Even annoying, cocky Dean made the cut. But, having a different motel every other week nearly drove me insane.

I sighed dramatically as I closed my laptop and flopped backwards onto the pillows of yet another dingy and squeaky hotel bed. I had given up on online research because believe it or not, not many people have precise, specific information regarding witches. Well, to be more specific, grandmother witches... with severe arthritis... that couldn't be killed... well, not that I know of, anyway.

Allow me to be more authentic... I didn't, per say, love the life of a hunter. To be completely straightforward, it kind of sucked, yet it was quite tremendous all at the same time. I couldn't place it into a specific category. The life was, well, the life, and there were no other valid words to describe it. Sometimes, I thought about having a normal life, but it just doesn't suit me. According to Dean, normal was completely overrated.

But, if I truly thought about, the only reason I'm staying is because of Sam. Little Sammy... well, should I say younger Sammy the 6'4" friendly giant. I had grown closer to Sam over the years I've spent hunting with the Winchesters.

When Dean spent his time in a nearby bar sometimes into the wee hours of the morning, Sam and I would stay up researching or reading various novels that we purchased at a local bookstore. Or maybe, we would watch a movie provided by the motel. Or maybe... okay, maybe I had developed the smallest of crushes on Sammy. It was the way he ran his hands through his hair when he was frustrated, or the way he could sit still for hours reading through one book just to find one answer.

Little to my knowledge, I had fallen asleep sprawled out on the motel bedsprings thinking about Sam. I woke up in the middle of the night. I looked over at the alarm clock on the nightstand; it read: 3:00 a.m. I attempted to sit up, and just my luck, I had fallen asleep in one of the most uncomfortable positions known to man.

My left arm was hanging off the side of the bed. My right arm was pinned behind my head. My legs were jacked out of joint, and my head was craned upwards. So... in other words, I felt like total crap, and that's saying something, too.

Once I had somehow managed to get myself into a sitting position, I tried to work my neck out. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up to walk over into the boys' room. For the sake of my pride, let's just say that I didn't make it far. I made it about three centimeters, and then I was on the floor.

"Screw you, worthless human appendages..." I muttered under my breath and into the carpet. My legs were completely numb. I struggled to set myself against the wall. I sat there awhile until my legs got some feeling in them. I pointed at my legs and said, "You keep your crap together, you-"

Another voice joined my absurd monologue.

"-have the audacity to incriminate your humanoid adjuncts?" I looked up and spotted Sam in the doorway.

"Because they're acting absolutely retarded... and stop showing off your fancy-schmancy, college-boy words," I looked him over, "You look like crap, Sam." He ran a hand through his hair and sighed.