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Preference: Insecurties

Sam:

You had never noticed it, not until that day.

You were on a case, questioning a young teen on what she had seen grab her friend in the middle of the night.

You were writing everything down in a little notebook, and you happened to look up at Sam as he spoke to the frightened girl.

A kind smile was on his face, his eyes soft. You had known the first time you saw him smile with those eyes. You just knew, you were a goner. You were in love with that Winchester; and he with you.

But today, that wasn't what your attention was pulled to.

Sam was tall. Ok, he was a giant. A gentle giant, you called him. Your head barely made it to his chin.

But now, he was scrunched over a bit, speaking quietly with the girl. He wasn't standing up straight and tall and proud. Rather hunched over, as if trying to make himself look smaller.

Oh

You almost broke into tears right then and there. Your beautiful Sam. Your marvelous Sam who had been through so much, was trying to make himself look less 'intimidating'.

You excused yourself, stepping away from the girl and heading back to the impala. You threw your notebook into the back seat, and leaned your forehead against the cool metal of the car.

You heart footsteps coming up  from behind, and felt a soft hand on your back.

"(Y/N)?"

You took a deep breathe and faced Sam. Behind him, the young girl still stood, no longer crying.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his voice full of concern.

You shook your head. How could you begin to express your sadness and your love and your-

Sam broke you from your thoughts with a gentle kiss. He repeated his question, and this time you cupped his face.

"Listen up here, Winchester." You said softly.

"The loneliest people are the kindest. The saddest people smile the brightest. The most damaged people stand the tallest." You straightened your back as you finished, and Sam smiled sadly down at you.

"I love you." He said softly.

"I love you too." You said, giving him a quick kiss.

Sam turned around and walked back to finish questioning the girl.

His back straight and his head held high.

Castiel:

You were in Bobby's kitchen, doing dishes. The boys' refused to do any chores, so you took it upon yourself to clean up.

You hadn't been feeling great lately, so you were glad of any distraction. It wasn't a cold, or the flu, or anything physical. No, you were fighting a mental battle. You had demons in your head. Demons that screamed and clawed at your mind, filling your thoughts with hate and despise towards no one but yourself.

Only Bobby knew of your troubles. Dean and Sam were too busy to notice and Cas, bless his soul, couldn't figure out why you were so sad.

Some days were better than others, and Bobby usually kept a close eye on you during the bad days. But today he was out with your boys, Dean and Sam, hunting a nasty case a couple towns over.

So here you stood, on a bad day, doing dishes. You began humming, hoping to calm your raging thoughts.

"Oh, dear Mother. I'm sorry I wasn't good enough. Dear Father. Forgive me cause in your eyes I just never added up."