Sam Winchester (and occasionally others) x Reader

Backstory (S+D)

Idea came from the song 'Fore She Was Mama' but Clay Walker. Listen to the song it's really funny.
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You were gone on a hunt for the time being, leaving Sam and Dean to guard the bunker. In actuality they were too injured yet to leave, so you took the case and left them there, but they told themselves what they wanted to feel better.

"Hey Y/n, what's up?" Sam asks as he turns the phone to speaker so Dean could hear.

"Hey Sam. How are my favorite hunters holding up? Set the place on fire yet?" You smirk as you close the door to your car and sit calmly in the cab.

"Haha very funny. It is actually possible for us to survive a week on our own." Dean tried to sound agitated, but you could hear the smile. "What do you need?"

"I was hoping you guys could find something for me. There's this book in my room with some notes that I forgot to grab. I was wondering
If you could send me the notes?"

"Yeah sure, where are they at?" Dean asked, starting to stand.

"Dresser by the closet, bottom shelf."

Dean smirks. "See, what would you do without us?"

You roll your eyes and laugh. "Toché. Thanks guys." You hang up the phone with a click.

"I'll go see if I can find it." Dean sighs as he makes his way down the hall.

He leaves his way through the bunker to your room and opens the door cautiously. Flicking on the light, he enters and locates the dresser you were talking about. He groaned as he bent down to open the drawer, the injury in his side stinging. As soon as he pulled out the book he went to close the drawer, but something else caught his eye. He slowly set the book aside and grabbed the box from the bottom and pulled it out, eying it wearily. He pulled back the lid and his eyes went wide when he saw what was inside.

Dean couldn't help the smirk on his face as he came back out to where Sam was still sitting, carrying the box victoriously. "Dude, guess what I found." He could see Sam's bitchface as he set the box on the table.

"Really dude? You went through her stuff?" Sam frowned and forcefully took the book from on top of the box.

"No seriously, trust me. Look at this." Dean pulled up a chair next to Sam and opened the box.

"I'm not gonna invade her privacy like that." Sam shook his head and flipped open the book to the page you needed.

Dean silently pulled out a picture from the box and held it out to Sam, who couldn't hide his shock as he looked at it. The picture was of you in a string bikini on a beach, presumably somewhere tropical judging by the palm trees behind you. You were laughing with a beer to your lips as the water cascaded around your knees.

"No way." Sam whispered as he took the photo and flipped it over. "Summer vacation in Florida 2003. She would have just been out of high school."

"I know man, this box is full of this stuff." Dean slid the box closer to Sam so they could both look.

Sam dug out a book that was a bit discolored from age, but clearly read '2001-2002'. "Found her senior year book." Sam commented as he flipped to the back to find her name and flipped to the page she was on.

Neither could stop the explosion of laughter at your picture in the spread about the knowledge bowl. You're smile was wide in laughter similar to those around you at some apparent joke someone made. You were dressed like a cowboy, as were the others around you, probably for some school spirit dress up day. They flipped to a few more pictures of you, but none of them quite made them laugh as hard.

They continued digging in the box and found a picture of you sitting on a motorcycle, flipping off the camera. There was an older man in the picture next to you, also flipping off the camera. Dean flipped it over to see it said 'Uncle Jerry and I, 2001'.

"She must have been some wild child or something." Sam smirks as he flips through a few less eye-catching pictures.

"Yeah man, I can't even picture her in anything but jeans, flannel, and combat boots. Yet here I am, staring at a picture of her in a prom dress and stilettos." Dean handed Sam the picture of you in a bright red gown with some boy who was way shorter than you in the shoes.

"Well apparently she used to drive a Winnebago." Sam chuckled as he passed the picture to Dean.

"Why is it bright sunshine yellow? Oh man." Dean laughed as he looked at the car in the picture. You were leaning against the side of it, what looked like a joint or cigarette in your hand. Some hippie looking guy stood next to you, a guitar in his hand.

Sam was about to make a comment when his phone rang, your name on the caller ID. "Hey Y/n." He tried to hide his panic.

"Hey Sam. Did you guys get lost or something? I've been waiting for like 45 minutes." You scolded, this was very important and they were not helping.

"Sorry, Dean made burgers and I didn't want to get crap all over it." Sam shrugged to Dean in a 'good enough' gesture.

"Ok, just making sure you're still alive. Send them over please? I really want to get this case over with." You groan.

"Right away." Sam adds before hanging up, Dean quickly packing away the box.

Sam quickly took pictures of the pages and sent them to you as Dean went to put away the box. Dean returned and plopped down into his usual spot across from Sam and kicked his feet up on to the table.

"It's crazy to think of how different she was before we met her." He sighed, Sam relaxing back as well.

"Yeah, I never would of thought of her riding motorcycles or running around  in Florida."

"In a bikini." Dean added, Sam rolling his eyes.

"How much do you think she would kill us if we asked her about it?" Dean asked after a moment of silent contemplation.

"Oh big time. She would probably burn us at the stake, the box along with it." Sam chuckled.

"Did you see the one of her in the Bahamas?" Dean asked with a whistle.

Sam couldn't help but laugh as his phone dinged with a thank you message from you. Luckily for you, the discovery of the box would remain a secret, but when you got back a week later you knew the boys knew something.