Sam Winchester (and occasionally others) x Reader

Dead Girl Walking (Sam)

Based on Dead Girl Walking from the musical Heathers. Smut, lots of it.
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Sam and reader meet
Reader pisses off death
Has 30 hours to live
Decides to sleep with Sam

Your brused and bloodied face stung as you sat up from the bookshelf you were just thrown into. That cruel, smug face glared down at you with his hands casually placed on the head of his cane. Blood spat from your mouth as a cough erupted from within your lungs.

Damn that hurt. Death sure is an asshole.

"(Y/n). I could just kill you right now. Honestly, I should. But it's too fun to watch you struggle, so I will give you until sunrise on Monday. Do with it what you will." He snapped his fingers and dissapeared, leaving you an injured mass on the floor.

Great. So I have about.... 30 hours. Maybe if I run? No, you can't outrun death. Isn't that a song?

With a groan you rise up to your feet, and a sharp pain shoots through your side. You instinctively clutch your side and lift your shirt to see a large bruise already forming. Fun.

You make your way to your car and begin to drive. You've never been to this town before, but you've already located the quickest exit out of this backwater town. On your way to the outskirts of town you see an old ramshackle same-since-the-70s motel.

No way... Is that...?

There is a familiar black car parked in the drive way. As you slowly approach, one of the rooms open and an easily recognizable blonde comes out of one of the rooms, shouting to someone inside the room and getting into the car to leave. Your eyes follow the car as it quickly pulls out and leaves, heading back towards town.

This is a much better option.

You can't help the smirk that spreads over your face as you pull into the parking lot and park right in front of the motel room. Taking a deep breath you slide out of the car and walk over to the door.

Knock knock. It takes a moment before the door opens, the man on the other side looks just as surprised as you feel. His eyes are wide and his back is straight, which makes him look even taller than he already is.

"Hiya Sam." You smile, leaning against the door jam.

Damn he looks good. Better than the last time I saw him, and I didn't think that was possible.

"(Y/n)? Wow. I haven't seen you in a while." He smiles back, his arms crossing over his muscular chest.

"About three years, actually." You smirk as you stand and slink closer to him. "You look good Sam."

He watches you for a moment before stepping back so you can come in. "So-so do you." He fumbles for a moment, regaining his composure as he shuts the door. "How did you find me?"

"I saw Dean pulling out, his car is kinda hard to miss. Let me guess, he's out looking for another bar bunny?"

Sam chuckled and turned away relaxing a little. "Yea, yea he is."

"How come you didn't go with him?" You ask, sitting on the table so that your legs hung above the floor and your arms crossed over your chest.

You caught him checking you out, his tongue skimming over his bottom lip "I've got better things to do."

"That's actually why I'm here." You smirk, swinging your legs a little "Long story short, I pissed off death. I have about thirty hours until my clock gets punched. I'm basically a dead girl walking."

His face instantly fell as he came over to you "Wait seriously? And you're not gonna try to fight it?" His puppy eyes instantly melted your insides.