Reality - Sam Winchester x Reader

Something Interesting

Oh, jeez, I'm so sorry this update is so ridiculous delayed! Usually, I'm better with this kind of stuff, so in return for being such wonderful people and reading this, I'll put up three more parts. Sound good? Please don't be angry. Oh, by the way, I might need some suggestions on the dream fic you've always wanted or just can't find. I do YouTubers, SPN (obviously.), Sherlock, Doctor Who, that jazz. Hit me up in the inbox or comments! <3, Elys.

You were rinsing the last of the dishes when you began to lightly hum your favorite part of the Phantom of the Opera. Your humming turned to singing as you sung softly. Unknown to you, Sam was standing in the doorway. "Twisted every way, what answer can I give? Am I to risk my life to win the chance to live? Can I betray the man who one inspired my voice? Do I become his prey? Do I have any choice? He kills without a though, he murders all that's good. I know I can't refuse, and yet, I wish I could. Oh, God, if I agree, what horrors wait for me, in this, The Phantom's opera?" you ended as you laid down the last plate. "I liked that song. You have a really good voice, too," Sam complimented. You screamed and fell to the floor. He rushed to you. "I'm sorry, Jesus, quiet down! You'll wake the dead!" he laughed. You slapped his arm and got up. 

"Were you watching me sing? You creep," you said with a huff. He shook his head. "Nah, came to get a glass of water and wanted to listen. You know, see how you were. My mom used to sing to me and Dean when we were younger, or so he says." "'Hey Jude'. I know. Your family, the way Mary and John, you and Dean, I just... I wish it could have turned out differently for you guys. You didn't deserve this life. You guys deserve to be happy, too, you know. Y'all have earned it, don't you think? I do. I wish I could make it better for you guys," you said quietly. He took a step closer to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You were surprised at first, but then you twisted your arms around his neck. He sighed into your embrace and you smiled. You softly hummed "Hey Jude" and he began to relax in your arms. You were shocked at this sudden show of affection, but to be honest, you really liked it. You and Cas weren't exclusive, so you started to sway in time with your humming. By the time the first chorus had been hummed, he was putty in your hands. "C'mon, Sammy. Let's get you into bed, okay?" He followed you into his room and you said good night before slipping into your own room, which was conveniently next door.

You flopped on your own bed. You had just changed into a tank top and short shorts and the feel of the cool sheet under your bare skin was something you loved. A knock at the door, and you grunted in approval. The door creaked open and you expected it to be Cas. "Come sit on the bed with me, I really want someone to hold me. Please, Castiel?" you mumbled from the pillow. The bed weighed down and someone's hand went to the small of your back. Their hands were cool, almost cold, and it felt amazing against your hot skin. "Your hands feel so good, Cas," you sighed as they slid their way up your shirt. "Imagine what else feels good," said a low voice. You sat upright and choked back a scream. It was Cas, but it wasn't him. It was someone different. Same vessel, different angel. "Scream and everyone you've ever spoken to dies. The Winchester's and dear old Cassie counts, (Y/N)," he whispered. Lucifer. You'd seen enough Casifer to know that glint in those blue eyes. 

"What do you want?" you spat at him. "I need you to come with me for a few days while I tap into that power you've got, sweetums. Then I'll bring you back completely unharmed. That is, if you don't fight. But humans can live through a lot, right?" he said with a smirk. "I will go with you if you let me write a one sentence note to them. I'll let you read it even, okay?" you said, holding your hands up. He nodded and snapped his fingers, making a notepad and a pen appear in your hand. Remember what I was singing in the kitchen, Sammy? was all you wrote. "Okay, I'll go," you said as he reached out to touch your shoulder.

The Bunker was quiet. Too quiet. So when "Cas" went into your room to wake you up, his cry for the brothers awoke them at once. "Where is she, Sam?" he demanded once he got there. His eyes were glowing faintly as Sam took the note from his trembling hands. Dean read it over his shoulder. "What the hell is this, Sam?" Dean asked. "I-I-I don't know. She was singing something from a musical, Phantom, I think. Let me go get my laptop. I only remember a few words," he threw over his shoulder as he ran out of the room. Opening his laptop, he typed in what few words he could remember. "what answer can I give", "murders all that's good", the whole play. Nothing fit. Until it clicked. "Cas! Dean! I figured it out!" he shouted as he furiously typed in "twisted every way, what answer can I give". The came into his room, glancing at the screen. "I don't understand," said Cas with a scowl. 

"The lyrics, it's a hidden message. 'Kills without a thought, he murders all that's good'? 'I know I can't refuse, and yet, I wish I could'? Someone's taken her somewhere she doesn't want to go, but she feels obliged to. Who do we know that wants her for something about the greater good?" he said. "Lucifer," Dean and Cas said together. Sam hopped of the bed and ran to the garage. "Sam! Where are you going?" Dean asked as he ran to catch him. "I'm going to find her. Stay here in case she comes back or something, but I have to find her, Dean," he explained. Realization dawned in Dean's eyes. "You like her," he said. Sam gave him a knowing look and turned for the garage.