Multifandom One-shots

Everything I Wanted

Ship: Sam Winchester x reader

Summery: Reader goes on a hunt on her own and it doesn't turn out good.

Word count: 1512

Warnings: violence

Sam and Dean had left you at the bunker while they went on a hunt, you know that you shouldn't have done it. You shouldn't have gone on a hunt on your own, especially when you were still healing from your last hunt with the boys that was why they had left you at the bunker this time. But then you had gotten bored you picked up your laptop, only intending to do some research for Sam and Dean, but then you came across a news report about missing people. The more you read the more you thought that it was your kind of case, you stand up form your chair at the map table and went to get your bag to pack your gear.

When you had packed everything you needed you wanted to tell them that you were leaving but you knew if you texted one of them they would send Cass to stop you, so you picked up a piece of paper and a pen writing that you were going on a hunt and where you would be. You knew that they would be mad at you but you couldn't stay in the bunker all by yourself, once you had finished the note you put it on the table and went to the garage and left in your car.

You started to wake up but your eyes didn't open, you were wrapped in a blanket and something else. You screwed your eyes together and snuggled closer to the thing next to you, that was when you realized that the thing next to you was a person. "Y/n, wake up." You heard Sam's voice said as he shook your shoulder gently, you groaned and buried your head further into his neck. He let out a small chuckled and moved so he could see your face, "you need to get up beautiful." You reluctantly opened your eyes and looked up at Sam, you took a deep breath as you took in his features. His big brown eyes looking down at you, the light stubble that covered the lower part of his face, his pink lips pulled into the cute smirk that he wore, his messy hair partly falling over his face. You hand reached up and moved the hair that was blocking the view of his face and moved your hand to cup his cheek, he leaned down slowly until your lips were almost touching. Your eyes slid shut when he pressed his lips to yours, all the wind was knocked from your lungs as you pressed your lips to his with more force.

You carried on the kiss as it got more and more heated, your hand that was on his cheek has now made its way into his hair. His hand went under the sheets and pulled your thigh so you could move onto his lap, one of his hands stayed on your thigh and the other was on the back of your neck trying to pull you closer. "Y/n, I need to-" he broke away from your lips slightly.

You shushed him, shifting your hips as you pressed you lips to his again. His hand moved form your thigh up your body, his hand gripped your hair as he pulled you away from his face. You were trying to catch your breath when he pulled harder on your hair, he moved his lips to your neck bitting down on your pulse point. Your head fell back slightly, eyes open.

As you caught a glimpse of a photo on the wall, a photo of you and Sam that you don't recognise. You tried to push Sam away but he wouldn't budge, "Sam, stop." He froze head still bury in your neck but no longer biting, you pushed him again and he moved back. "Where are we?"

He looked at you confused, his hand coming up to push some hair out of your face then rested his hand on your cheek. "Y/n, were in our house. Are you okay?"

You moved off of his lap and got up off of the bed, when you were up and around the room more. This was not any room in the bunker, there were no warning lights or cases of weapons in the corner of the room. You picked up some clothes that were chucked on the floor and put them on as fast as you can, Sam got up aswell putting some pants on.

He tried to grab your arm but you were already moving towards the door, you ran down the stairs and out the front door. You looked around the street, it was a normal homey street with small cozy houses.

After a day of walking around the area trying to figure out what was going on.

You remembered walking into the cold damp house in the middle of nowhere, the faint noise of water dripping from the ceiling in the background. You gripped the silver blade in your hand as you moved forwards into the house, when you checked all of the rooms downstairs you made your way upstairs. There was a door that was left open just a crack as the others were either open or had no door, you poked your head in the room. There was a boy in there his face was pale and dirty, there was a iv coming out of his arm. You whipped your head around feeling someones presents behind you, then everything went black.

It was about 3 o'clock in to morning when you walked back into the house that you woke up in, you knew that this was all fake, that you and Sam weren't together, none of it was real.

You walked up the stairs, one of the lights were on. When you walked into the room Sam jumped up and pulled you into his arms, that's when you broke. You legs gave out as you cried into his shoulder, "whats wrong?" He asked scooping you up and putting you on the bed, he pulled you against his chest and rubbed soothing circles on your back.

"I love you, so much Sam." You said, moving your head up to his softly pressing your lips to his.

"I love you too, whats wrong y/n?" The concern in his voice drawing a sob from your lips, you pulled the knife that you had found in the kitchen out from the back of your pants. You moved slightly getting out of Sam's grasp as you brought the knife into his sight, "what are you doing!" He yelled.

Thats when you plunged the knife into you chest, the pain was over quick as different kind of pain. All of your limbs ached, your head light and pounding.

"Y/n?" You heard Cass' low voice, it sounded miles away but you could feel him taking the Iv out of your arm and picking you up. He pressed two fingers against your forehead, and your body eased and relaxed and you rested your head on his shoulder as he zapped you back to the bunker.

You woke up in you bed, seeing the pictures that you made the boys have all across your wall. You turned your head to the side to see Sam asleep on a chair next to the bed, you winced as you moved your body to face him waking him up.

"How are you feeling?" His voice filled woth concern, just like he did in the fake world when he loved you the way you loved him. Your eyes filled woth tears as you remembered the way his hands felt in your hair, the way his lips felt on yours, how the words 'i love you' sounded coming from his mouth.

"Better," your voice was raspy and low. Sam passed you a bottle of water, you opened it and drank it all at once.

"You know that you shouldn't go hunting on your own," he said. You expected his to be angry but he was sad, his voice barely audible. "How did you get out?" His voice a little louder this time.

"Stabbed myself," you said looking away. You had dremped about him doing things to you but in the fake world it felt so real, and now you couldn't look at him anymore.

"How did you know?" His was more curious now, leaning forwards more making you shift in your bed.

"It was simple really," you said looking him in the eye.

"Your going to have to talk about this eventually y/n," he grabbed you hand in his large one giving it a small squeeze.

"You," he looked confused. "You said that you loved me, I know that's not true." You looked down, taking your hand out of his. Waiting for him to leave or say something, instead he leaned down and pressed a short kiss to your lips. He moved onto your bed, pulling you to his chest.

"I do love you," he said. Pressing a soft kiss to your head, "get some rest."