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Siren's Call

Sam Winchester x Reader
Synopsis: You're hunting with Sam and Dean, when your greatest dream comes true. Is it really happening?

Slamming the book shut, you cradled your head in your hands, your head throbbing from too many hours of reading the tiny script in front of you. You were stuck at the local library, while Sam and Dean went and checked out the victims bodies. You weren't complaining, you would rather look at dusty books than the bloody remains of some poor, innocent victim.

Looking sadly at the huge pile of books spread out in front of you, you started the arduous task of putting them back. As you went to grab the last two books from the pile, you felt the familiar vibration from your pocket, indicating that you had just received a text. Pulling your phone out, you saw that it was from Sam, and you felt a smile start to form on your face, your headache forgotten.

Sam Winchester, the man who held your heart, even though he had no idea. He was a hunter, not the type that shot deer, but the type that kept people safe from monsters. He was tall and gorgeous, but more importantly he was kind, and had a heart of gold.

Reading the text message you saw that they were waiting for you out front, them being Sam and his older brother Dean. They were your hunting partners and best friends. It was because of this friendship that you hadn't let your feelings for Sam show, instead you kept them bottled inside.

Quick putting the last two books away, you rushed outside, noticing Dean's shiny black Impala parked at the curb. Sliding into the backseat, you almost had time to shut the door before Dean gunned it, squealing tires as he left the parking lot.

Sam turned in his seat, filling you in on what they had found out, his long brown hair swinging as he talked, his hazel eyes shining in excitement.

"So get this, each body was mangled almost beyond recognition. The only eye witnesses saying it was someone close to the victim. Did you find anything?"

You shook your head. "No there was nothing in the books to give me any idea on what this monster might be. I need something else to go on."

Sam smiled reassuringly at you before turning to face the front again. "Don't worry. We will figure it out, we always do."

It was a short ride to the motel, and soon the three of you were sprawled around the room, Sam looking through the Internet for something you might have missed, you were glancing through the delivery menus, deciding on something for dinner, while Dean lazed on the couch, a beer in his hand.

As you tried to choose between Chinese or Pizza, Sam's phone rang, surprising all three of you. You listen in to his side of the conversation, quick learning that he was talking to the coroner, and it sounded like there was another victim.

"Yeah, my partner and I will be right there." Sam said before hanging up. He stood up and Dean followed suit, throwing their coats on.

"Staying here?" Sam asked, his hand on the door handle. You nodded, not wanting to head back outside, they could handle it themselves.

Sam seemed okay with your answer, smiling at you before shutting the door behind him.

As soon as they had left, you threw the menus down, hoping they would grab something on their way back. Instead, you grabbed the remote Dean had thrown down, turning on some mindless movie, relaxing on the couch. Soon your eyes started drifting closed, and you found yourself falling asleep.

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A pounding on the door had you sitting straight up, realizing you had fallen asleep on the couch. Wondering who would be knocking this late, you grabbed your pistol and made your way to the door, checking the peep hole, the same time as a familiar voice sounded from the other side.

"Y/N, it's me Sam, I forgot me keys."

Unlocking the door, you let him come in, glancing back outside wondering where Dean was, but not seeing anything, even the Impala.

"Oh Dean stayed behind, the coroner was still showing him something." Sam said, walking around the room, glancing at everything, which you thought was odd.

"Okay." You answered, settling back down on the couch, your movie forgotten.

Sam sat down next to you, closer to you than usual, his knee brushing yours. Even the slightest contact like that had your heart beat picking up, a blush trying to form on your cheeks.

Sam was looking at you, his attention far away from the movie playing in front of you, his hand brushing back an errant lock of hair. "Have I ever told you how beautiful I think you are?" Sam asked, placing his hand on your knee, and you almost jumped at the contact, nervous from the sudden attention Sam was sending your way.

It wasn't as if Sam had always ignored you, but he had never given you this type of attention. Usually the two of you were working together on research, talking about your favorite books, or anything really. You had an easy friendship with Sam, one that you had never wanted to take advantage of by telling him your feelings.

Shaking your head no, you let your hair cover your face, hiding the blush that was sure to be there now. It was then you felt his fingers tilting your chin up, until you were looking straight into his gorgeous hazel eyes, getting lost in their depth. Leaning forward, he gently placed his lips on yours, and you wanted to pinch yourself, to make sure this was really happening. You didn't want to break the spell, so you stayed still, waiting for Sam to make another move. And he did, pulling you onto his lap, threading his hands through your hair, changing the angle of the kiss.

It was perfect, everything you thought it would be. That was, until your phone rang. Moaning, you detached yourself from Sam, and turned to grab your phone, which had been laying on the arm of the couch.

"I don't think so." He answered, and you glanced back him, feeling somewhat different and unsure.

He had a huge smile on his face, so sure of himself, that for a moment you thought this couldn't really be Sam. And then he spoke. "Don't worry about the phone Y/N. Ignore it. You and I are just going to sit here and wait for my venom to travel through your body. By that time, Sam and Dean should be back, and you will be fully under my spell."

"You're a siren!" You said, quickly putting together everything he said, but as quick as you said it, the thought seemed to melt from your mind, and all you wanted to do was please the man in front of you, no matter what it took.