Supernatural One Shots (Smut possible)

Souled (Sam x Reader)

When you met Sam Winchester, he was different.

He was a tall, handsome, and confident man eyeing you in a bar one night. You didn't know it, but at the time, Sam didn't have a soul. Based on the way that he talked towards others in the bar, you just thought he was brutally honest and didn't have a filter.

As the night progressed, you eventually went back to your apartment with him, having the best sex of your life. Granted, it left you sore and bruised for days afterwards, but it was great. You thought it was going to be a one-time thing, but he kept coming back. Seeing his lust filled, dark eyes every time he showed up at your door brought butterflies to your stomach.

The last time he came back, he came back for good and he was a new Sam. He was gentle, sweet, and awkward. It brought a whole new set of butterflies in your stomach when you saw this side of him. Sam told you about his life, the work he does, and what happened in the short time you had known him.

It shocked you to say the least.

Monsters were real? The things you feared as a kid were real? He didn't have a soul when you met him? Just, how? How was this all real?

It took you a bit to warm up to this new information about Sam, but it started to make sense to you. You've seen weird deaths and strange accidents that people couldn't explain before in your life.

Sam expected you to scream at him, tell him to get out of your apartment and never talk to you again. But, you were different. You asked questions, you wanted to know as much as you could about his life.

After a long round of question, while sitting on the couch in your little studio apartment you looked at Sam, he was nervous picking at his fingers, looking down on the floor away from you. "Sam?" He didn't look up towards you, so you crawled closer to him on the couch, cupping your hand around his cheek, "Sam." He finally looked at you, somewhat surprised, "Why did you keep coming back? Especially now?"

He leaned into your hand slightly and sighed, "As soulless Sam? I don't completely know. There's a lot I can't remember." His eyes softened, sadness pooling through the hazel eyes, "I still remembered you when I woke up though." He looked back down towards his hands, "I-I remember feeling some sort of comfort and happiness when I was with you? And from what I remember, that wasn't something I normally felt."

You cupped both hands around his face, making him look at you completely. You didn't know what to say to him, he obviously remembered some things that were tearing him apart, so you softly kissed him.

His lips weren't as urgent now, they were softer and less rough from your experiences with him in the past, but your lips melded together all the same. Sam was like crack to you, soulless or not. The tingling sensation you felt while kissing him and his earthy aroma that filled your nostrils was something you always missed and craved.

He broke the kiss, his eyes burning through yours, "You're okay with all of this?"

You shrugged slightly, "It actually kind of makes sense." You let out a shaky laugh, "Some crazy stuff has happened throughout my life that no one could ever explain."

Sam just stared at you, looking into your eyes trying to find some hint of fear or hesitation towards him. There wasn't any.

His eyes burned a whole new color towards you, a new kind of lust, as he leaned in towards you, giving you space to pull away from him. Your lips connected, rougher this time, as you straddled his thighs. Your hands tangled into his hair as his trailed along your body. You both groaned into each other's mouths, you both missed each other.

Sam's hands played at the hem of your shirt, brushing against skin slightly at times, before he broke away from your lips to pull your shirt over your head. You whimpered at the loss of his lips on yours, leaving a tingling sensation behind, but moaned when his lips connected with your bare chest. Before Sam came, you were ready for bed, meaning you weren't wearing a bra. His lips caressed your breasts, causing shivers to go down your spine, before he latched his mouth around one taut nipple, his hand following behind tugging at the other.