Living With Sammy (Sam Winchester Fanfic)

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"Hope, can you come here for a second?" Sam's voice called throughout the empty apartment. Placing my bookmark into my favorite novel about love and sacrifice, my legs uncrossed and landed on the floor with a soft thud. Socks slid across the floor to cross the bedroom threshold as I followed the corridor to the living room where Sam was currently subsiding. Entering our room, I look at the tossed-about room and cross my arms to the grinning figure sitting in the middle of the bed. He patted the spot in front of him which I moved to rest in. I sat in between his legs while he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind resting his head on my shoulder. "You know I love you, right?" I nodded my head to his vocal question, confused on why he's getting ready to give me a speech. "I love you so much more than you would ever suspect. It kills me whenever I just think about you crying. No one has ever had a hold on my heart like you. You are so wonderful, and not to mention, you will be a fantastic mother and wife to me. I don't ever want to make you hurt or feel pain, so I want to be there to make sure it doesn't happen to you." He raised his head off my shoulder and placed a kiss to the back of my neck.

"Hope, will you marry me?" His single question threw me off guard. Tears sprung to my eyes as I quickly, well as quick as I could, spun around and placed a gigantic kiss to Sam's dimple. "Is that a yes?" his eyes were glistening and shining, so obvious that it was full of hope. Something was lying deep behind them, it seemed as if it was fear. Fear of rejection. Fear of being alone. Fear of disappointment.

Wiping the tears from my eyes, I muttered a soft, "Of course dumbass!" I wrapped my arms around Sam's neck as he lifted me off the bed, pressing his lips into mine. "I love you Samuel," I murmured throughout the kiss which brought a smile to both of our lips.

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"Are you sure you don't want me to hold your hand?" Sam's voiced his thought while watching the man holding the needle carefully. His eyes found mine as I gave him the brightest smile I could. His nerves seemed to relax a little as his eyes didn't hold so much... what's the word... distress. I motioned with my hand to tell him to come closer to place a loving kiss to his lips, easing any leftover anxiety.

"This isn't my first. I'm surprised you haven't seen it yet," I threw a wink in his direction and turned back to the man after seeing Sam's flabbergasted expression. "I'm ready West."

The man I've known from my first tattoo gave my fiancé a smile as he pressed the needle gently to my arm. Well, it was gentle at first. As soon as he outlined the design on my forearm, my entire arm was a bright red. "You okay?" West asked me, not remembering that this happens with me. I gave an encouraging smile as he apologized for the filling in part. I told him that it was fine and to get on with it. "Yes ma'am," he gave a dazzling smile, all pearly white teeth. He bent over to focus on my tattoo, dark hair flying down to cover his face from the rest of society. The pain was a little more bearable from my first ink.

"Miss, you know this is going to hurt, right? Do you need anything to squeeze while I fill in the tat?" West's voice called over the attention-calling machine. The needle was buzzing with activity when I asked for a small stress ball. Luckily, he had one on him. "Here you go," he handed me a small, blue foam ball. I retrieved the toy while he pressed to my milky skin with the needle.

"Well, you have gotten more tan since the last time you were in this chair. I'll give you that."

"Shut up and focus. This has to be perfect or it won't work."

"Yes ma'am."

I blew a small strand of hair from my face as West finished coloring in the midnight black tattoo. "Thanks hon," I called to the man as he was wrapping my tattoo, and both West and Sam responded, causing me to erupt in laughter. "Hey, babe. Is this correct?" I thrusted my arm into his direction, and he checked out the wrapped forearm. He nodded his head while helping me up from the chair. I gave him a bright smile as I reached for my wallet.

"Hope, no. You don't need to pay. I know what this is and for. It's on the house," West whispered in a caring tone after he checked his surroundings. He lifted the bottom of his shirt and turned around for us to see a replica on his back. I released a small smile to the man as we thanked him and walked out of the parlor.

"So, wait, you have another tattoo?" Sam stopped me in the middle of the sidewalk. I nodded my head and tucked a few orphan strands of hair behind my ear. "Are you not going to tell me where or what it is?" Sam stopped after taking a few steps. Catching an idea, I spun to face the giant with a devilish grin plastered on my face.

"How about I show you?"