Sam Winchester (and occasionally others) x Reader

Take It Out On Me (Sam)

Based on the song by Florida Georgia Line (I'm low-key obsessed with it). This will be similar to my F*CK The Pain Away fic since the songs are similar. Last time I did it with Dean, now it's Sam's turn!
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God damn it! You yell internally as you cross the street and knock unnecessarily hard on your neighbors' door. Your boyfriend has once again pissed you off and you need to vent, drink, and probably cry a little more. Luckily, your best friend lives just across the street from you. You stand awkwardly on the porch, arms crossed over your chest as you wait impatiently for the door.

You hear a small thud of something hitting something followed by a hushed curse just before the door opens. You look him over, eying his messy hair and ruffled bedclothes.

"Sam. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I'll let you go back to sleep." Your voice cracks from your crying as you wipe a tear off of your cheek and turn to go back home.

"(Y/n)? Wait!" He grabs your arm, not roughly but enough to get your attention. "Take your coat off, come on in." He sighs as he combs his fingers through his hair. You let him pull you gently into the house, slowly sliding off your coat as he closes the door.

"I'm sorry, I should have called... or something..." You force a small smile as you lay your jacket on the back of the couch and sit.

"It's okay you don't have to call, you can just come over anytime." He gives a small smile as he goes to the nearby kitchen to make coffee. You sit quietly and fiddle with the hem of your shirt and stop when you hear the coffee pot whirr on. "So, what'd he do this time?" You look up at him in a mix of disbelief in his bluntness, and surprise he knew why you came. "I can tell you've been crying. I also know anytime you show up after midnight that he must have really pissed you off."

He has this shit eating grin that you almost want to smack off, no matter how right he is. You huff out a laugh and slump in your spot. "Just a symptom of how often it happens, huh? I'm sorry I always bug you like this..."

Sam simply shakes his head as he turns, going back to the kitchen and emerges carrying two steaming mugs of coffee with him. "It's okay, I don't mind." He smiles and hands you a cup, obviously more awake now. "You've always got a shoulder to cry on. When you feel like you're about to break or he pisses you off, you can always take it out on me."

You let out a small chuckle as you take a sip. "I do not deserve you, Sam Winchester."

"You didn't answer my question." He takes a deep breath as he relaxes into his chair. "What happened?"

"He broke my heart for one." You mumble as you run your hands through your hair.

"I'll break his skull." He retorts, earning a snort from you. "Honestly, I don't understand why you are still with him. He pisses you off to the point where you have to leave the house, to the point where your agitation is wearing off onto me and making me pissed at him, and I've barely met the guy!"

You can't help the small grin pulling at your lips, he always knows how to make you smile. "I've thought about it... Multiple times actually. I think I should, but I have no idea where to even start. I've known him for almost as long as I've known you. He's so entangled in my life I'm not sure I can get him out. Not without causing some damage to us both."

"Well, you've got something he doesn't. Me." He scoots forward and grabs your hands.

"You sure are confident in yourself." You smirk as you look into his eyes. The hazel orbs are filled to the brim with determination.

"More so in you. I want to see you happy, and being with him sure as hell isn't doing that. You are welcome to stay the night here. The bed is still made up from last time." He stands, pulling you along with him.