Supernatural One Shots

Matchmaker / Sam

Warnings: Just Fluff

Pairing: Sam Winchester and Y/N

The Impala's radio crackled with a classic rock station, and the familiar chords of an old Led Zeppelin song filled the silence. Dean's fingers tapped along to the beat on the steering wheel, a small moment of respite in our turbulent lives. The music served as a temporary escape, a reminder that even in the darkest moments, there could be a sliver of light. Instead of staying in a motel like I had suggested, Dean was hell-bent on returning to the bunker to sleep in his bed.

The Impala, a classic beauty with its own personality, rumbled beneath us, providing a comforting backdrop to the silent contemplation inside the car. We didn't exchange many words during the ride, but our unspoken connection spoke volumes. We were a makeshift family, bound by a shared destiny and a determination to confront the unknown.

As we approached the bunker, its steel doors looming in the distance, I couldn't help but feel apprehension and gratitude. Another night survived, another battle faced – and the Impala, with its timeless allure, carried us home.

As we drove down the gravel road, the weight of the recent hunt lingered in the air. The memories of the encounters with supernatural beings, the rush of adrenaline, and the stark realization of the fragility of life hung in the atmosphere like a heavy mist. I stole glances at Sam and Dean, wondering how they coped with the constant threat of danger and found the strength to keep going.

Glancing at Dean, I noticed the subtle tension in his jaw, evidence of his burdens as the elder Winchester. The soft glow of the dashboard highlighted the scattered scars on his face, each marking a battle won or lost.

Sam focused on the road ahead with a furrowed brow. I couldn't help but admire the way the dim light from the dashboard accentuated the lines of his face, revealing a mix of weariness and determination. In moments like this, I could not look away from the youngest Winchester brother, staring much longer than I should have. The heat grew into my face; knowing I was blushing, I quickly switched my gaze to the road before the Impala. Then, I met Dean's eyes in the rearview mirror, a smirk playing on his lips. I'd been caught. The red in my face turned scarlet, leaning back into the leather seats to hide from Dean's gaze.

We quickly got out and stretched once the Impala was parked inside the bunker. I leaned against the Impala as the boys began to unpack, my eyes inadvertently fixed on Sam Winchester, who was engrossed in a conversation with Dean a few feet away. There was something about Sam – his earnest eyes, the way he carried himself with a quiet strength – that had captured my attention from the moment I joined them a few years back.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice Dean approaching until his amused voice cut through the quiet garage. "Caught in the act twice in one night, huh?" he quipped, a knowing glint in his green eyes. My heart skipped a beat, and I straightened up, attempting to conceal the blush creeping across my cheeks.

"Shut it." I hissed as Dean sauntered over, a teasing grin on his face. He leaned into the Impala to the left of me, watching as Sam carried his duffle bag into the living space of the bunker. Once he was out of earshot, I threw a punch at his shoulder.

"Hey! What was that for?" Dean yipped.

"He could have heard you, you jerk!" I threw another punch into the same spot I had just hit. Dean backed away, rubbing the now sore spot on his shoulder.

"Easy there, feisty; it's not my fault you have a little crush on my brother. You just need to do a better job at hiding it or grow a pair and tell him." He shrugged, grabbed his bag, and walked out of the garage.

"What if he doesn't feel the same way?" I called back, a slight shake in my words. "It'll just ruin the dynamic that we have as a group; I don't want to lose what I already have because of some bullshit feelings Dean."

"Maybe stop worrying for once and just do what your gut tells you; you'd be surprised what can happen if you just take a leap of faith." With that, Dean was inside the living area, leaving me to dwell in my thoughts alone.

3.After going over what I wanted to say and rehearsing it an embarrassing amount of times, I grabbed my bags and walked inside. Instead of going back to the bedrooms, I knew Sam's first stop would be the library. The soft glow of the library's lamps created a cozy atmosphere as I nervously approached Sam Winchester.

"Sam, can we talk?" I asked, my voice betraying a mix of uncertainty and determination. He looked up from the book he was reading, curiosity flickering in his hazel eyes.

"Sure, what's on your mind?" Sam replied, setting the book he held aside and giving me his full attention. I took a deep breath, trying to steady the fluttering in my chest.

"I... I need to be honest with you. I've been grappling with these feelings, and I can't keep them to myself anymore," I confessed, my gaze locked with his. Sam's expression shifted, a mix of surprise and interest.

"Go on," he encouraged, his voice gentle.

"Sam, I have feelings for you. More than just friendship," I admitted, feeling a vulnerability that went beyond our usual challenges.

There was a pause, a moment of suspended time where his eyes searched mine for sincerity. The quiet seemed to stretch before he spoke.

"I've been feeling the same way," Sam confessed, a warm smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Relief washed over me, and a genuine smile mirrored his.

"Really?" I whispered, a mix of disbelief and happiness in my voice.

"Yeah, really," he affirmed, his hazel eyes holding a sincerity that melted away any lingering doubts. "I just wasn't sure how to bring it up."

"I was afraid you might not feel the same," I confessed, my voice mixed with vulnerability and excitement.

Sam let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head slightly. "I've wanted to tell you too, but I guess we were both waiting for the right moment."

Our eyes met, a silent conversation passing between us. The anticipation hung in the air, and my heart raced as he stepped forward, closing the distance between us.

His gaze held a mix of intensity and gentleness as his hand found its way to the small of my back. The warmth of his touch sent shivers down my spine, and I instinctively leaned in, closing the remaining space between us. The soft glow of the room's ambient light cast a warm hue, creating a cocoon around us.

Time seemed to slow as our lips finally met. It was a gentle, tentative kiss. The world outside faded away, leaving only the sensation of his lips against mine. As the kiss deepened, the energy between us intensified. His fingers threaded through my hair, and I felt a soft, contented sigh escape my lips.

When we finally pulled away, the air had a lingering sweetness. Our eyes met again, and a knowing smile passed between us. "I've been wanting to do that for a long time," Sam admitted, his voice a low, comforting murmur.

"Me too," I replied, a mixture of joy and relief in my words.

"If you don't mind me asking," Sam began, "What made you want to tell me now out of all times?"

I laughed softly, my eyes landing on the floor as I rubbed the back of my neck. "Your brother might have caught me staring at you and put the pieces together. In the end, he's the one that gave me the courage to come in and talk to you."

"That little shit." Sam sighed, shaking his head.

"What is it?"

"He did the same thing to me a few days back." Sam laughed. "He caught me staring at you in the library during our last hunt, so he pulled me into the offices without you. Gave me this whole speech about how I should tell you while I have the chance. I just didn't know how to do it..."

Without another word, he pulled me into a hug. His arms wrapped around me with a gentle yet firm embrace, feeling the steady beat of his heart and the warmth radiating from his frame. "I'm happy Dean decided to play matchmaker." He sighed, resting his chin on the top of my head.

I nuzzled into his chest; the scent of his familiar cologne enveloped me, and I closed my eyes, allowing myself to be engulfed in the comfort of his presence. "I am, too."