Supernatural Oneshots

Blind>> Sam

Prompt: Your blind but Sam still loves you all the same.

Y/n's POV:

"Son of a bitch!" You yell as you feel someone suddenly tickle your sides. "Fuck you, Sam!"

He loved scaring you. Especially since you can't see anything. He would always sneak up on you and yell or tickle you. You always knew it was him due to his giant hands.

You huff and cross your arms.

"Awww, baby I'm sorry." He chuckles hugging you softly. You pout and turn the direction you think is facing away from him. You feel him pepper kisses onto the back of your neck. He hugs you from behind still pressing soft kisses to the back of your neck. "Please forgive me?" He says in a cute voice.

"Fine." You huff in a childish tone. He turns you around and presses his lips to yours softly. He picks you up and he sits on the couch placing you on his lap.

You lay your head on his shoulder and close your eyes as you feel him run his fingers through your hair. You wrap your arms around his waist and hug him close.

He presses soft kisses on your nose and then moves down your cheek to your jaw. He stays there for a while and a shiver courses through you at the feeling of his soft lips.

You place your hands to feel for his jaw before peppering your kisses across it. He chuckles softly and you feel his chest vibrate.

You stop and just rest for awhile laying there quietly the only sound being his heartbeat in your ear.

"What color are your eyes?" You ask.

"Well, I don't know." He chuckles. "They change. Sometimes they're a warm color." He describes.

He knows I have no actual perception of color but he knows to describe things with feeling. Like temperature or emotion.

"Sometimes they're more of a cold, sharp color." He says. "They can even be like a warm day, like when we go for walks in the woods. Sometimes they're all three at one." He chuckles. You nod your head.

"What do I look like?" You ask. You feel him lightly chuckle.

"Well, your hair is a unique color that I can't quite pin on a certain feeling. Your eyes are a pale color. Cold, almost like there is frost over your iris." He describes. "Honestly, I can't properly put your beauty into words accurately." He says softly.

You feel your cheeks heat up at his words and you burrow your face into his chest.

"Stop it." You whine as you get all flustered.

"Aww, your so cute." He mutters hugging you close. He presses a small kiss to the back of your ear.

"Love you, Sammy." You say, your voice muffled by his shirt.

"I love you too baby." He says.