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5,497 days (Sam Winchester)

WARNINGS: Fighting, mild swearing and a kiss or two sooooooo enjoy your fluff 💋

The boys and you had been friends since you were young. You met when you were five. Fathers were both hunters and when they went on hunts together you would usually stay back at a hotel with the boys. Of course they'd pick on you, you were the youngest, five years younger than Sammy. But of course time when on, you didn't see the Winchesters much after that. Now, after how long here they are and there he was. The one and only Sam Winchester.

Your POV

You had been working at a diner for the last year, hunting had gotten bad within the last year. Staying in one place, especially in Chicago, wasn't such a bad thing. You still get a decent hunt and life was okay otherwise. It was a normal day at the diner.

" Danny cream soda, double bacon burger with tender fries on the double." I yell back to the kitchen handing him the order. " Mhm, go get table three. Hey by the way, were you close to the animal attack last night? They said it was close to your apartment." I shake my head. " No Dan I was at the store." Of course this was a lie, I was hunting a nest of Vamps. " Yeah yeah now go get table three kid." I shake my head smiling and oblige. Dan was like a dad to me, after my own passed he was there.

I grab my notepad and sludge over. " Hey my name is (Y/N) and I'll be your waitress today. Now is there anything I can get you?" I look up to be met with hazel ones. " Um he'll have a beer and I'll have a water." I nod writing it down. The shorter, green eyed man gives the bigger man a glare and I chuckle. " Hey it's five o'clock somewhere. Do you guys need time to decide or?" The tall fimilar-some man shakes his head. " I'll have a cob salad and he'll have a double bacon burger with everything on it." I smile and write it down.

" You know rabbit food isn't going to help on hunts." You mutter to yourself. It was quite obvious, FBI? Really? That's the same stick my dad has been running for the last twenty years. " What?" I look up and shake my head. " I didn't say anything." You smile. " Yes you did. You said," rabbit food isn't going to help on hunts." How the hell did you know?" The smaller of the two asks roughly. " Calm down Fido, I just see a lot of you come through here. Besides you remind me of some old friends." Sam and Dean. The two kids who must be in their thirties by now.

Last I heard they saved the world for a second time. "Wait, (Y/N)- (Y/N)(Y/L/N)?" I raise a brow. " I'm sorry, do I know you?" Danny taps my shoulder. " They bothering you?" I shake my head. " It fine." I smile back and he huffs going back to the kitchen.

" Um Sam. Sam Winchester?" Your eyes widen in realisation. You practically tackle him in a hug. " Sammy!" He chuckles patting your back. " It's good to see ya (Y/N). You sure grew up gorgeous." You pull back and laugh. " See that's something I'd expect out of Dean's mouth." He shrugs and You playfully hit his shoulder. " I gotta get back to work." He nods.

You finished your shift and say goodnight to Dan, the Winchesters were long gone. And it was just a small drive home. But of course like most nights, it was a hunting night.  Vampires and werewolves, demons- oh my. You go home and change. Then head up to the old 'house on the hill'. It was small but everyone who had went in usually didn't come back out.

Vengeful spirit most likely, that was the reason Sam and Dean were in town if anything. Hunters unwritten code is that we stay out of each other's business, we don't get involved with each others hunts. But You knew this bitch. She gave you the scar on your hip from being thrown into the fireplace and fracturing it.  You were out of the game for awhile after that. 

You had hunter casual clothes on and weapons stashed on you in nearly every imaginable place. You could hear the grunting and the clatter of things. You peek around the corner to see a familiar mop of hair about to get stabbed. " Hey fucker!" The ghost looks up at you. "Yeah bitch!" She throws you against the wall. God is that gonna hurt tomorrow.

You stand up limping as she has her attention turned on Sam again who was struggling to get up. You stab her with a silver blade but she reappears behind you and holds you against the wall by your throat, cutting off your airway. Sam stumbles. C'mon. Cmon Dean. Sam is pinned on the ground but not a second later she erupts into flames. You fall to the ground with a thud and Sam sits up coughing and crawling over to you.

" Hiya Sammy." Your voice is hoarse and dry. "Oh jeez (Y/N). Let me help you up." You grunt in pain, your ankle was definitely sprained. Sam put your arm around his shoulder and sits you in your passenger seat. " You got hurt (Y/N)! Why the hell would you do that?" You shake your head and chuckle, he still doesn't understand. Over all the years he still hasn't guessed that you loved him. Not when you dropped hints or would be very friendly. Or called him sweet or complimented him, and men say women are complicated.

" Cause I couldn't let my Sammy get hurt. Besides I think Dean would kill me if I let you get hurt." He laughs at this. " You and him, always trying to get yourselves killed to save little old me. Both of you so stubborn and don't get me started on the attitude." You smile and slap his shoulder. You both sit there for a minute. " you know I think there's another thing Dean and I have in common." You were gonna actually do this.

" and what would that be miss (L/N) ?" He smirks. " That we both love you, Samantha." He looks up at you, not even phased by the nickname. " Y-You do?" You nod looking at your lap. " Sam I've spent the last five thousand four hundred and ninety seven days wondering if you were dead or not. Wondering if maybe you'd noticed those stupid little things I did, that maybe you cared too. But I guess by the look you're giving me right now that you don't feel the same."

"(Y/N)..." You shake your head. " No, Sam it's fine really. I gotta get going anyway." You start to walk or limp, to the driver side but Sam grabs your arm spinning you towards him. " Sam It's fine re-" His lips meet yours in a fiery passion. " I'm so in love with you (Y/full/N). I've been in love with you for the last twenty five years and i don't quite know what that is in days but I promise that I'm not going anywhere." You look at him searching for a but. Waiting for him to say he's joking but it doesn't come. Your lips meet his once again and you don't notice the shadow coming around the corner. " Oh come on, I was gone for five minutes!" Dean whines.