To Love A Hunter (sam x reader)

Roses are Red. Blood is too. Unless You're Like Me. Then it is Blue

"Morning, Sweet cheeks," Dean smiles sleepily. I sniff a little before saying it back. Dean looks at me and then grabs me into a hug which causes me to burst into tears. He pats my hair, "Hey, hey. It's okay. Everything is going to be fine. Just calm down and tell me what's wrong." I shake my head. I couldn't tell Dean about my family, it would make me seem like some sort of cry baby. I wipe my tears away and sit up, "Thank you for being concerned, but I can't tell you."

"Okay. I understand. I have to go check on Cas," he sits up and kisses the top of my head before he leaves. I get up and go to the bathroom and then go to the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. I fill up the coffee pot with water before I see a note stating we don't have anymore coffee. I sigh and go get dressed before heading to the garage to find something to drive. I pass by many motorcycles and many more cars before I come across a rusty 60 Chevy Impala and I could not tear my eyes away from it. It was one of the most beautiful cars I have ever seen. I go to the cork board which was full of keys to each vehicle. I come across one with the name Rose and grabbed it. I look at it and find out that it was the key to my treasure I just found. There was a little note attached to the ring saying that the battery was low and a defective fuel pump. I sigh because the note was from 63 which means it's been out of commission for years. I grab the keys to another vehicle that worked and headed to the store. I grabbed a box full of dark roast coffee that contained enough to last us a few months, and stopped at a vintage car shop to pick up a new battery and fuel pump for Rose before heading home.

I walked into the bunker when the smell of bacon and eggs hit my nose. My stomach growled but I wasn't hungry. I carried the box of coffee into the kitchen and sat it on the table. Sam, who was at the stove, asked, "What's with the bulk box of coffee?"

"I'm tired of having to run to the store every time we run out. So I found this." I said as I opened the box and grabbed a container. I walked over to the pot and continued to finish the pot from earlier. I jumped onto the counter and looked over at Sam while I was waiting for the coffee to finish. The overhead lights made him look amazing. He looked up from the scrambled eggs and looked at me. I quickly looked away and blushed. "Hey. Is everything okay," he questioned.

"Y-yeah everything is fine."

"Okay." I looked back at him and met his eyes. They seemed to be full of sadness but there was something else there I couldn't quite figure out. "I should be the one asking if everything is okay," I said jumping off the counter and walking next to him. He nodded his head and told me not to worry about him. I opened my mouth to protest but then shut it and just nodded. I opened the cabinet to get the bread out when I saw that I was too short to reach the loaf. I climbed onto the counter top and stood on my knees to reach the bread. As I grabbed it I heard giggles coming from beside me and looked over at Sam. "Well if somebody wouldn't put things up that high I wouldn't have to climb on everything," I said with a fake hint of anger. He smiled at me and held his hand out to help me down. I turned my nose up and jumped off the counter. He giggled some more and went back to cooking. While we finished making breakfast we talked. Not like the serious talks we've had lately, but the nice casual and funny ones you have between friends. A sense of deja vu hit me hard and fast. Tears started forming in my eyes. This was just like the morning of when I found my family in shreds. I try to hold back a sob but it quietly escapes as I see that morning running through my mind. My husband liked to mess with me and would put things on the top shelf, so while I was cooking I would have to stop what I was doing and climb the counter to get whatever I needed. I feel a strong pair of arms wrap around me and I turn to look at Sam. I shake my head and duck under his arms as I head to my room.

I pass by Dean's room on my way and hear a muffled conversation going on but I ignore it and continue on my way to my room. Once I was in there I fell onto my bed and just looked at the ceiling for a few minutes before changing into one of Dean's old shirts that was full of grease stains and pull on a pair of old jeans. I tape a note to my door saying that I would be in the garage if anyone needed me and not to bother me about breakfast because I wasn't hungry. I grabbed the bags with the new battery and fuel pump and head over to Rose. I sat the bags next to her tires before going to find a creeper (A/N: that's thing mechanics use to get underneath the car). While I was searching for the creeper I came across a sander and some air brushes, used for applying paint to the car, in a small cabinet next to a set of big metal cabinets. I look back at the car and realize she does need a new paint job. I grab the sander and the air brushes and set them on the work table which conveniently happened to be on wheels. I wheeled the table over to the car and then went back to the metal cabinets and found exactly what I was looking for. I grab the creeper and head back over to Rose, which is what I have started to call her. I lift up her hood and start my inspection.