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It was just another normal night, if you could call anything about my life normal. I had just gotten home from another day at my stupid job and all I wanted to do was sleep.
I took a quick shower, put on some shorts and I shirt, and slipped into bed. I turned on my TV and decided to start watching The Hobbit. I quickly dozed off letting sleep take over me.
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I woke up at around noon in a place very unfamiliar.I shot up in a panic wondering why I'm not in my bed. I grabbed my phone to call my mom, but all my contacts had been erased.
I got out of the bed a searched the room looking for something other than jammies. I found a suit case over in the corner filled with a bunch of my clothes. I quickly changed and made my way outside.
I began walking until I came upon the first open business, witch happened to be a Mexican restaurant.
I walked into the restaurant and made my way to the counter to ask some questions to some one working. That's the moment I heard the words I thought I would never hear anyone say. "These tacos are great!!"
I spun around as fast as I could and walked towards the person who had said the words that had caused me so much trouble my whole life.
"Why did you say that??" I said, not even paying attention to the person just needing an answer to my question.
"Um because these are great tacos." The man said. Then I finally got a good look at his face. He was handsome with gorgeous green eyes and shaggy hair.
"Hey, bro maybe take a look at your wrist." The man, who I had just now noticed, said making the man realize what I had just said.
His eyes widened and he stood up to look at me fully. Oh man was he tall. Like there was something not natural about his tallness. He looked at me with an awe struck look in his eyes, witch kind of freaked me out. Parlty because no one in the history of ever had looked at me like that, and also because it was creeping me out.
"I so did not see this happening in a Mexican restaurant." He mumbled, then he stuck out his hand and said, " hi I'm Sam Winchester I'm so happy to finally meet you."
I looked at him not budging. I tried to move but I could only focus on his wrist. His wrist had words on it. The words I had just spoken to him. I began to look around, everyone had words written on their wrists. The man he was with, the person behind the counter, the cute couple sitting afew booths away.
The walls began closing in and it became harder to breathe. Was this some kind of sick joke? What in the world was happening? I ran out of the restaurant and began running, but as soon as I hit the sidewalk my vision began to blur and the last thing I remember before blacking out was a pair of strong arms pulling me up from falling.
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Sam Winchester x reader: these tacos are great!!
Fanfiction(y/n) (l/n) has always felt out of place. she never really belonged where she was at. she always thought it was because of the writing on her wrist, but her mom always told her that she belonged here just as much as anybody else. but one day when sh...
