Reality - Sam Winchester x Reader

Getting Used To

Once you'd grabbed made some quick notes on the Vashta Nerada and shoved it into the book on Daevas, you went to finish exploring. There was the bedrooms which were bigger than they looked on the screen, and you pushed open the door with number 11. With a first look, you knew it to be Dean's room. "Dean?" you asked quietly. When there was no reply, you took the first step in and looked around. His 'Busty Asian Beauties' was lying in a pile alongside an empty beer bottle that had something colorful underneath it. You knew what these were and frowned as you drew closer. Moving the bottles, you smiled and went through the pictures. Ones with just Sam and Dean, or with Bobby, then young Dean and Mary, the pictures you knew and loved. "Can I help you?" asked a voice. You spun around and blushed when you saw Dean with a raised eyebrow. "Um, I just saw that, uh, you weren't so I, uh, wanted to see them for myself," you said sheepishly. "See what for yourself?" he asked. You lifted the pictures and he tilted his head. "Why?" You looked down at them again and smiled a little. "The Winchester's were my getaway, as horrible as that seems. They saved the world, they rescued us all, and more times than we can count. But they're human, just like us. I guess seeing them really proves that you're just normal, even if you aren't. Does that make any sense?" you said, handing them to him. 

He took them without even thinking, looking down at the one on the bottom. "When it was still me and my mom and Sammy and Dad, we were normal. She'd cut the crust off my sandwiches and sing me 'Hey Jude' at night and it was normal. So I guess it could make a little sense if I twisted my head a little," he stated, smiling fondly at the memory. You were captivated by his smile. He noticed your staring and smirked. "See something you like?" he asked snarkily. "Not even gonna deny it, hot stuff," you said. Your eyes widened at you confidence and he laughed a full laugh. The sound was bright and you had to try hard not to laugh with him. "Yeah, you're staying for a while. Can you cook?" he asked after the laughter had died down. "Yeah, my parents were big cooks, so I helped and learned a lot. Speaking of that, I'm kinda hungry. Do you want anything specific or should I ask Samster?" He smiled at your nickname for his little brother and suggested lasagna. You agreed and went off to the kitchen. 

When you looked through the pantry, there was nothing but old bread and condensed milk. "Castiel, can you spare a moment?" you asked aloud. You waited a moment then turned when you heard the flapping of wings. "Oh, good, I just need a... few things..." you trailed off when you saw it wasn't Castiel, but another angel. An angel with golden hair, whiskey eyes, and a sense of humor you'd fallen in love with the moment he graced the screen. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me," you whispered in awe. "Cassie ain't available, to what may I be of service, my rather attractive lady?" Gabriel asked. You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. So instead, you motioned him nearer with one finger. He did and you poked him in the chest, then the cheek. "You needed someone to poke? No offense, but you've got two morons who'd probably be willing," he said. With one last poke, you said, "You're alive? You're real? You're actually in this vessel? YOU'RE ALIVE?!?" He grinned at your reaction and nodded his head. "Alive as that day," he said.

You flung yourself at him and he actually fell backwards onto the floor. You laughed and grinned so big, it started to hurt your face. "Jeez, gorgeous, I never knew you loved me so much," he said with a chuckle. You sat up, straddling his legs, and reached down to touch his hair. It was as soft as you had imagined it. "You mind telling me what you're doing? I don't usually let people touch my hair, but you can be an exception if you want, sugar," he said with a grin. You shushed him and put a finger to his lips and let your fingers resume playing with his hair. Satisfied, you sat down next to him and watched him prop himself up on one arm. "Do you and Sam ever hang out? Do you think he's attractive? Was the whole Tuesday thing really for his betterment or did you just want some Sam to yourself?" you asked rapid fire. He seemed taken aback, but answered them honestly. "Yeah, Samster's a cutie, but he's got a thing for someone else. Didn't 'till yesterday, though. I was gonna ask him out, too," he admitted. You sighed and whispered, "OTP moment."

You sat on the kitchen floor talking to Gabriel until you heard someone's approaching footsteps and you remembered the dinner you were supposed to have ready. "Crapcrapcrap, Gabriel, you have enough angel juice to make a lasagna? Like, now?" you asked frantically. "There's always juice for you, cupcake," he said with a wink and a snap of his fingers. A perfect and steaming lasagna appeared on the stove just as Sam came around the corner. "Hey, Gabe, I didn't know you were here," he said, following his nose to the lasagna. "Wow, this looks great, (Y/n)," he complimented. You thanked him as Sam pulled down the plates from the top shelf. "We need to move those down or I'll be climbing the counters like I did when I was younger," you stated, getting up and leaving to get Dean.

You heard the music before you reached his door. A classic Dean song, Led Zeppelin's Ramble On. Pushing open the door, you were surprised to see him dancing around the room like a maniac. He obviously didn't hear you come in, because he just kept on as the chorus hit its climax. You danced over to him, matching the motions he was doing until you were right next to him. He finally noticed you and you could see the fighter come out. He swept his feet behind your ankles and you fell backwards. You would have hit your butt, but he caught you just in time. "Sorry, (Y/n), I didn't see you and you scared me," he said. He was blushing profusely. "Never took the great Winchester for a dancer. We need that on film," you teased. "Come on, dinner's ready," you kept on, wriggling away and back towards the kitchen.

"I will never live this down."