Supernatural (Sam Winchester x Female!Reader)

All Hell Breaks Loose Part 1

"(Name), are you okay?" He asked, taking her hands and trying to help her up, but (Name) was slipping in the mud. "Yeah, I'm..." She started to say but was cut off by Sam pulling her towards him so that she standing again but this causes the both of them to be nose to nose with each other.

(Name) froze as she stares at Sam, not quite feeling like herself. "W-what were we talking about?" She asked, mesmerized by his hazel eyes that stared softly into her own.

Sam guides her back over to the picnic table and makes her sit down. He then retrieves her water bottle for her. "You should take a drink. It might help you feel better." He said. "I'm fine." (Name) muttered, setting the bottle on the table.

"Who was that jerk?" Sam asked, reclaiming his seat next to (Name). "He's Amelia's brother. He goes to the high school." She replied, avoiding eye contact. Sam stares at her for a moment. "Did something happen?" He asked, softly.

(Name) nodded. "I got in trouble at school. Big trouble." She mumbled, fidgeting with her pencil. "How big?" Sam asked. "I can't go back there big. I go to school at home now. That's why Bobby asked you to tutor me." (Name) said.

"What happen?" Sam asked and (Name) look at him for a moment, then turns away. "I don't want to talk about it." She mumbled. Sam frowns, wanting to know more but he knows he shouldn't push it, if she doesn't wanna talk. "Okay. Let's go back to Bobby's." He said, standing up and gathering everything up.

(Name) stood up as well and watches Sam walk away, back towards Bobby's house. She picks up her water bottle and looks at her wonky reflection in the water. "You're a screw up." She muttered to herself.

Present Day
(Name) sat on a bench, using her journal as a table as she wrote on a piece of paper. Finishing it up she reads it over, making sure it sounds right.

Your dark brown curls are so long and gorgeous
Your hazel eyes so soft and true
When I'm with you I feel so safe
And when your gone I count the minutes
My thoughts always remaining about you.
Forever in eternity
My heart will always belong to you

(Name) smiles at the poem, satisfied with it. "Hey (Name)." A familiar voice said and she jumps, quickly flipping the paper over. "Doing some more writing?" Sam asked, coming over.

"Uh... yeah. Something like that." (Name) replied, flashing a nervous smile. Sam smiles and sat down next to (Name), who slightly hugged her journal to her chest, to hide the paper on top.

"So I'm curious, what do you always write about in your journal?" Sam asked. "Pretty much just the cases we've worked on and some I did before joining up with you boys. I guess it's not too much different from your dad's journal." (Name) replied.

"You think maybe I can read it one of these days?" Sam asked and (Name) froze for a moment. "Uh... yeah. Maybe when I um finish writing in it." She said, slightly hesitating.

"If you don't want me to, that's fine." Sam said, taking notice of her hesitation. "No it's really alright, Sam. It's just my handwriting not the best and my grammar is probably really bad." (Name) said. "I won't judge." Sam said.

"I know you won't." (Name) muttered, looking down at the piece of paper. "But I like to keep writing in it, until I reach the last page. So no peeking." She said, looking up at Sam and pointing at him with her index finger. "Yes ma'am." Sam said, and the two share a laugh.

A gust of wind then blows by and (Name) shivers when it hits her. The weather was pretty nice earlier so she had decided to leave her jacket in the Impala. But it seems the weather had decided to change it's mind.