Supernatural (Sam Winchester x Female!Reader)

Fallen Idols

Sam looks at her in complete adoration. "So stop being silly." (Name) said, poking Sam on his nose. Sam looks away, sporting an embarrassed flush. "Alright." Sam muttered, and he smiles gently.

"How do you always know what to say?" Sam asked, turning his head to look at her again. "I have no clue." (Name) said, shrugging and Sam laughs, which in turn makes her laugh.

The laugher dies down and the two shared a loving gaze. "(Name)." Sam said, feeling his heart fluttering. "Yes, Sam?" (Name) asked, feeling butterflies in her stomach.

Sam gulps as he builds up his courage to speak and ask if they could give them another shot. But right as he was about to speak, he saw an image enter his mind. It was (Name), staring up at him with a frighten expression, blood bleeding down her nose from when he punched her.

That horrible image reminded Sam of why they broke up in the first place. Why he can never be that close with her again. He's just going to hurt her all over again.

She's a girl and he's the boy demon blood. That's something that's never going to change. If he really loves her... he needs to let her go.

Sam sighs, as he accepts this fact and points to the remote sitting next to her, that was well within his reach. "Can you pass me the remote?" He muttered. (Name) looks confuse, then looks down at the remote that was sitting behind them.

She looks back at Sam with puzzle look as she picks up the remote and hands it to him. "Thanks." Sam muttered, turning back to the TV and begins flipping through the channels, trying to ignore her gaze.

(Name's) P.O.V
Later, the boys and I were out on the road again in the Impala. "So..." Sam started to say, and chuckles. "...what's with this job?" He asked. "Dude suffers a head-on collision in a parked car? I'd say that's worth checking out." Dean replied.

"Yeah, definitely, uh, but, uh, we got bigger problems, don't you think?" I asked. "I'm sure the apocalypse'll still be there when we get back." Dean replied, causing a bit of an awkward silence fall over us.

"Right, yeah, but I mean, if... if the Colt is really out there somewhere..." Sam said, breaking the tension. "Hey, we've been looking for three weeks, we got bupkis." Dean said.

"Okay. But Dean...I mean, if we're gonna... ice the Devil..." Sam said. "This is what we're doing! Okay? End of discussion." Dean growled, and Sam looks away and sighs.

"It's just that this is our first real case, back at it together. You know, I, I think we oughta ease into it, put the training wheels back on." Dean said. "So you think I need training wheels." Sam said, questionably. "No, 'we'. 'We' need training wheels, you, her, and me. As a team. Okay?" Dean said.

Sam nods. "Okay." He said, quietly. "Man, I really want this to be a fresh start, you know? For all of us." Dean said. The two brothers look at each other, then Sam nods again. "Okay." He muttered.

We made it to Canton, Ohio first stop being the Sheriff's department. Wearing our suits, the boys and I show our FBI badges to the Sheriff. "Agents Bonham, Copeland, and Mcfly." Dean said.

The Sheriff shakes our hands. "Rick Carnegie. Good to know ya. So you're here on account of Cal Hawkins' death?" He asked us. "That's right." Sam replied.

"Well, 'fraid you came a long way for nothing. We already booked the guy that did it." Carnegie said, the boys and I frown at each other. "I'm sorry, who do you think did it?" I asked.

We follow Carnegie to the interview room and sat down at a table, watching the video that Jim, Cal's friend recorded at the time he died. "Cal? Is something wrong?" Jim asked, in the video. The video then shows Cal's head smashed into the windshield. "Oh my God, Cal. Cal!" Jim cried. The video cuts to static and Carnegie shakes his head, then switches off the TV.