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Sam Winchester x Reader Insert (AU)
Two complete strangers, one fateful cross-country bus ride. You're running from a past that haunts you, he's hiding demons of his own. Your destination just happens to be the same.
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You snatch the candy wrapper from Sam's hand. "Did you really just eat the last Twizzler?"
"Wha-? I asked you if you wanted it," he laughs. "You said no."
"Oh. Yeah." Sheepishly, you settle back, crumpling the wrapper in your hand. That's right. You did.
He's staring at you with a smug smile on his face.
You give him that out-of-the-corner-of-your-eye look. "What."
"I would like an apology, please," he says, suppressing his smile.
As soon as you look at him, he straightens his face and puts on a grimace.
"Are you serious?" The look on his face tells you he is - very adorably so - serious; he's also smirking. You can't believe this guy. "I'm so sorry," you say, and shove the trash into the side pocket of your bulging backpack.
You like the way he laughs through his nose with a big smile on his face. "Okay," he says. "I forgive you."
"Oh thank God. What on Earth was I going to do if you didn't?"
"Buy me more Twizzlers?"
"Ha!" You clap your hand over your mouth, waiting for the grumpy lady in front of you to give you a piece of her mind. A big green square catches your eye. "Look!" You poke the window to point at the approaching sign and do a little happy dance in your seat. "Boston. 30 Miles."
"Woooooooow," he says, leaning over you so he can see. You can tell he wants to laugh at your giddiness.
"I'm so ready to get off this bus," you say, shifting on the gray and blue felted seat, stiff and sore.
He leans back. "Tired of me, eh?"
"What? No, you goof. I'm just sore and tired of this bus and... I really, really need a shower. I'm sorry for... not having a shower in a few days." You have been secretly praying that you don't smell... too bad.
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The low rumble in his chest erupts as he looks at you with mischief in his eyes. He manages to keep his laugh caged so Miss Grumpy won't be bothered. Again. "You're talking to someone who's also in dire need of a hot shower. And a bed."
"And a solid meal I don't have to rush through."
"Space. Lots and lots of personal space."
"Fresh air," you say, so glad to soon be away from that enclosed space with circulated air and those gagging bodily aromas.
"And peaches."
"What?"
"Gonna eat me a lot of peaches," he sings, bobbing his head side to side, and you crack up.
"I will forever think of you every time I hear that song," you say, giggling. You haven't had this much fun with anyone since... Hide it. Don't let him see. You smile as best you can.
