Sam Winchester (and occasionally others) x Reader

Funny Way of Coming Back (Sam)

A/n: This is for Eileen's make it dirty challenge on Tumblr. The gif up above is the gif I have to make into something dirty >:).

Warnings: Smut, obviously.

Sam and girl meet when younger
They meet up again
She tells him how good he looks
He "investigates"
The have sex

*Approximately 6-7*
"Come on Sammy!" The little girl yanked the boy from the sandbox by his sleeve towards a game of four square.

He laughed as he followed her down the hill to the cement slab covered in squiggly chalk. They jump into the line and get ready, adrenaline pumping as they wait anxiously to join.

After a few rounds they collapsed next to the benches, huffing breaths.

"How much longer will you be here?" You ask as the sun slowly warms your skin.

Sam opens his mouth to speak but is interrupted by a loud honk from behind him. Both of you look to see another boy, a few years older, waving to Sam to hurry.

With a sigh Sam stands, waving to you solemnly as he makes his way to the car. Without a word he climbs in, his brother sliding into the back with him. The car drives away, and you feel a wash of sadness that your best friend is gone.

***A few years later***

*Approximately 15-16*
"Come on Sammy!" You grab his sleeve and pull him from the book he shoved his nose in.

"We have a bio test tomorrow." He fake whined as he followed you to the window.

You open it with a mischievous grin and crawl out, turning to help his lanky figure though. "My God you are a twig this should be easy for you." You complain as he finally slips out.

"Yea, well I'm also six foot tall. So there's still a lot of me." He sighed as he creeps up the roof with you. "Give me a few years and maybe I'll fill out."

"That will be a sight, string bean." You couldn't help but laugh before you turned serious. "Are you going to be able to stick around that long?"

He wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls you in, your head resting on his clavicle. "Well, it's already been almost a year. I guess it's mostly up to dad."

You let out a small sigh as you shift upwards and press your lips to his jaw. "I know I can't make you promise to stay, so promise me this. When you are older and can get away from your dad, come back for me?"

He smiled and kissed your forhead. "Sounds like a plan."

"You always do have a funny way of finding your way back here." You smile as you relax into his hold.

***A few years later***

*Approximately 26-27*
"Please murder me, end this suffering." Your co-worker groaned from beside you.

"If it will make you stop whining, gladly." You smirk as you see them roll out from behind the cubicle wall with their jaw practically on the floor.

"Wow. Rude (y/n)." They glare jokingly as they roll back into their spot.

You sigh and look back to your computer, your eyes catching a picture hanging from it. You and Sam took this picture at prom your Junior year of High School, not a week before his dad packed him up again. The promise still rings in your head, no other love you've had since has been close to comparable to what he made you feel.

It's been years since then, and you're starting to question if he still remembers. He moved around so much he probably forgot all about you. Though you two were together for a little more than a year, keeping things going over text, but one day he stopped replying. What if he was killed? He had told you how what his family did was dangerous, but that seemed so extreme it could never be true.