Sam's p.o.v-
My heart beat loudly in my ears. A soft smile played on my lips as I kissed all over her forehead, face, anywhere I could. She nuzzled into my chest and I sighed in content. Thoughtlessly, I placed my hand on her chest, covering her tattoo. She froze, glancing at my hand and then at me. I could feel her heart beat quicken, causing me to look up.
"I don't think I can express how much I love you," I sighed, making her grin.
"You can try," She prompted, causing a smirk to spread across my face.
"I can," I agreed, gently pushing her down and hovering over her.
"You know," She mumbled as she looked up at me, pushing my hair behind my ear, "I hate it when you're mad at me."
"Me too," I admitted, leaning down and kissing her.
Basically it starts off with Sam trapped in the basement of that crazy woman British Men Of letters person. He's all alone and he thinks Dean is dead, he doesn't know Marie is alive (obviously) and he doesn't know where Cass is. All of the sudden though, a woman he doesn't know comes to his rescue, seeming to know all about him). She takes him back home and meets Dean (who is very shocked to see this random lady with his tortured brother) She meets Cass and they know each other. A bunch of stuff happens, and she's got some dark secrets. Her and Sam's relationship blossoms into a fluffy ball of adorable that made me happy to write.
(The overall theme fits the song Windows by Angel Oleson really well and I'd recommend you listen to it. Also, yes I know at some parts it's really cringey but I was a baby writer for the first parts of the book. It gets better and I'm really proud of it. I'm gonna try to go back and edit it but I'm really busy recently.)
"Willow Price." Caleb introduced me.
My hair was parted in two tight french braids that held the hair away from my face. I was wearing cargo pants and a military green tank top, showing my muscular arms riddled with tattoos. I didn't move a muscle in my face when the man's dark eyes met mine. "Willow, this is John Winchester."
"That's just a young girl Caleb," John told him disappointedly. Caleb shook his head.
"John, I'm telling you. Willow is the best there is."
"She done any tours?" He asked, noting my militarylike appearance.
I bared my teeth, annoyed to be spoken over and not addressed directly. Caleb shot me a look as if knowing what went through my head.
"No, but she might as well have. She has the training, the skill. She grew up in the life. Smart as the devil and tougher than nails."
John Winchester stood up, showing his full size. He towered over me, and I bet that he was strong as ten men, but you know what they say; the bigger they are, the harder they fall. "You ever hunted a demon before?" He asked me, walking closer.
I looked up at him, noting how he smelled like gunpowder and whiskey. He was definitely a seasoned hunter.
"I'll do you one better," I smirked at his unwavering gaze. "I've killed one."
[Contains mature themes and violence]
****DISCLAIMER: I do not own Supernatural; this is a fanfic.****
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