Sam Winchester (and occasionally others) x Reader

Groupies (Sam)

Sam gripped your hand tightly in excitement as you bobbed your way through the thick crowd. The popcorn in your hand spilled a bit when a guy pushed past you, an inaudible grumble coming from you as you watched the buttery goodness hit the floor. The announcements over the loudspeakers where hardly audible over the loud group of people barreling into the room trying to get the best seats before they were taken.

Sam and Dean had somehow gotten tickets to a MMA tournament in the town next door to where you had just finished hunting a rugaru. You personally weren't much of a sports fan, but seeing the excitement on your boyfriend's face made you agree to come. So you all packed up and headed over to the show, Sam looking up who was fighting tonight and the two brothers made bets.

So now here you are, your luckily large and strong boyfriend Sam ploughing his way through the crowd with Dean right behind you. There were a few open seats at the top of the bleachers right next to the door so Sam quickly turned up the steps to claim the three spot for you all. With a humph you sit next to Sam, Dean sitting on his other side on the end of the bleachers.

"You having fun yet?" Sam asks you as he passes you a beer.

"Besides being packed into a room full of sweaty middle aged men and some guy spilling my popcorn, oh yea it's a blast." You stick your tongue out at him and munch on some of your snack.

Sam can't help but laugh at your sass before being pulled over by Dean. You let the boys have their fun as you eye the arena in front of you. Fences standing about 10 feet surround the large octagon, a small door on your side allowing entrance to the cage. The people around you were just as hyped if not more so than the boys, some of them had posters or painted their faces with what you could only assume were someone's signature colors.

You were about to comment on said face paint when someone dressed in a referee outfit entered the ring. The room went crazy with cheers, making it hard to hear what he was saying.

"Thank you ladies and gentlemen! We have quite the lineup tonight! We have Crush vs. Jackson, Sierra vs. Rampart, and last but certainly not least Riverdale vs. Freeman! During intermission we will give one brave audience member the chance to take the plunge against our very own resident champion Kingsley herself! Are you ready to watch the fight of your life?" He yelled, the crowd again going wild.

Sam and Dean hollered along, raising their beers in cheers. You finally said what the hell and did the same, Sam smiling at you. The first two entered the ring, the room firing up with screams and the occasional boo. You watched as the match began, Sam and Dean analyizing every movement like they were studying them. They would comment on every hit, something they could have done different or otherwise how the other could have better blocked. They were obviously enjoying themselves, but you were focused on the fight. The way the fighters hopped around the stage almost made you laugh, it looked kind of ridiculous to you, but the reality of this fight is what caught your attention. This wasn't some elabrately coriographed dance, they were seriously fighting.

Sam glanced over at you, a smile playing on his lips when he saw how you were sitting on the edge of your seat and leaned forward with your eyes glued to the ring. "I thought you weren't much of a fan?" He called to you, pulling you from your trance.

"I don't know, you may have changed my mind Winchester." You smirk and peck his lips before turning back to the fight.

The fight ends with Jackson bloody and broken, but victorious. You can tell his nose is probably broken and he is definitely going to have a few bruises. Crush put up a good fight, but in the end surcame to a solid hit to the stomach. Medics jumped into the stage and loaded him up onto a gourney, hauling him past you through the door. It wasn't until you saw him up closer that you realized just how bad of a beating he took. The guy was a mess.