Reminder: This is 2021’s last story. I’ll be taking the last half of December and first half of January off. I will be back January 14th with the first fic of the new year! (It will be the long-awaited 7th installment of the Unlearning Series!)
Sam x Reader
Written for Shorty as part of the SPN Amino’s 2020 Secret Santa.
You place the tray of mini spring rolls down on the coffee table, just as your phone begins to ring, perfect timing. You reach over and smile as you see the caller I.D., “Hey, babe! I just set out those spring rolls you love. Don’t worry though, I saved you two whole boxes. You’re welcome.”
“Actually,” your smile slides off your face as you hear the wrong brother’s voice, “It’s uh, it’s Dean.”
“Oookay. How close are you?” Your eyes flick up to the clock on the wall, “Even with the way you drive, this is cutting it kind of close to party time, don’t you think?”
You hear a nervous chuckle and feel your heart sink, “Well, uh, actually…”
Crap, you fly up the stairs, making your way to the bedroom, pulling your duffle from the closet, “What happened?” You hear him take in a deep breath and begin shoving clothes into it, doing your best to brace yourself, “Dean?”
“It’s Sam. He, uh… one of the vamps-”
You feel your stomach drop to the floor and freeze, “N-no, that- that can’t be-”
“What? Oh, no! It’s not- he’s alive.”
“Oh, thank God.” You feel the dread begin to dissipate, “Way to scare a girl! I mean, Jesus, Dean!”
“Y-yeah, no, he’s uh, he’s fine. They just took him.”
You shake your head, beginning to take the clothes back out of the duffle, “We gotta get you some sort of tact tutor or something, because that was just- wait, what do you mean ‘they took him’?”
“Well, y’know how we thought we were just going after two rogue vamps?”
You swallow thickly, “Yeah…”
“Well, turns out we were wrong. It wasn’t two rogue vamps. Well, it was, but their nest is -”
“What?!” You begin to pace, “So… you mean to tell me Sam is being held hostage in the middle of a vamp nest on Christmas Eve?” You begin throwing the clothes back in the duffle, “What the hell Dean? You told me you’d be back before the party! That this hunt was ‘in the bag’.”
“I-I know! I thought it was, alright? All signs pointed to just two, but once we got here… But it’s alright, I know where the nest is, so I can-”
You shake your head and zip the duffle closed, “I’ll be on the road in five. It should take me about an hour to get there, but I c-”
“You can’t come. You’re hosting.”
You scoff, “Screw the party.”
“No! Don’t ‘dude’ me!” You place your free hand on your hip, “You expect me to just stay here and go on with the party when Sam was taken by vamps?”
“Vamps, Dean! I can’t just host a party and act like-”
“You can and you will.” His hard tone made you stop, and you sit back down on the edge of the bed, “You are gonna host the crap out of this party. You’re gonna put on the ugliest Christmas sweater you own, laugh at all the Quinn’s terrible puns, and you’re gonna pretend to love it, so that when Sam gets back, he’ll see you’re safe, instead of doing something stupid to try and get him back.”
You take in a deep breath, eyes landing on the picture of the two of you on the dresser, pang shooting through your heart, “Dean…”
“You won’t be any good to him if you get taken, too.”
You let out a heavy sigh and flop backward on the bed, “Fine, but you’re calling as soon as he’s safe.”
“That wasn’t a question.” You take moment, brain still trying to catch up with the pain in your heart, “Alright, well,” you run your free hand through your hair, starring absently at the ceiling, “I guess I better get the cheese platter out of the fridge.”
You hear him chuckle, “You do that.” You sit up, and hear him let out a sigh, he’s worried? Great…, “Hey,” his voice was soft, “I’ll bring him back.”
“You better.” You hear another chuckle before the line disconnects. You groan and toss the phone to the side, ugh! You place your head in your heads, forcing yourself to take some deep breaths, steeling yourself for what was sure to be a long night. He’s right, you get back up off the bed, grabbing your phone, if I’m gonna do this, I’m gonna do it right. You give yourself a once over in the mirror, plastering a fake smile on your face, time to party.
“Bye!” You stand at the door, fake smile still plastered on your face as the guests file out, “Thanks for coming!” You restlessly shift your weight from one foot to the other, hoping you don’t look nearly as worried as you feel.
You still hadn’t heard from Dean, even though it’s been three hours, and you can’t help the panic that’s started to settle in. You almost slam the door behind the last guest and rip your phone from your pocket, hitting call on Sams’ number a little harder than needed. You bring the phone to your ear as you make your way to the living room, surveying the mess, we need to get some cleaner friends…
“This is Sam. Leave me a message.”
You disconnect the call and toss your phone on the couch, running both hands through your hair, come on, guys! Your eyes turn skyward and you chew your lip a moment, before shaking your head, they could be in trouble.
You take a deep breath and clean a space on the couch, bowing your head, resting your arms on your knees, “Castiel? I-it’s me. Listen, I know you’re probably super busy doing Heaven-related things, but… Sam got taken by some vamps. Dean called me three hours ago, and I…” you swallow hard, willing the tears that prick at the corners of your eyes not to fall, “and now neither one is answering. I guess I was just hoping… y’know, if you had time, if you could ch-”
“Where are they?”
You jump up, startled at the sudden angel standing in the middle of the room, “Y-you came?”
Cas titled his head, “You thought I wouldn’t?”
“Well, yeah, I mean…” you shrug, “it’s not exactly like- nevermind.” You cross your arms over your chest, “All they told me was that they were crashing in the Tyros Motel, but I don’t know where-” you cut yourself off as he disappears, and deflate back to the couch. You let out a breath, grabbing the garbage bag and start cleaning again, please, Cas, bring them home.
You roll over and hit the floor with a thud. What the…? You crack an eye open and see you’re in the living room, I fell asleep? You stretch before sitting up, immediately reaching for your phone, checking the time, I slept all night? You deflate as you see there’s no missed messages. You swallow thickly and scrub a hand down your face, they should’ve been back by now. You look out over the half-cleaned room, unable to help the boulder that’s settled back in your stomach, “What the hell, Cas?”
You get up from the floor, chewing your lip, I can’t just sit here and continue to do nothing, you start back up the stairs, this is not how I wanted to spend my Christmas. You grab the duffle from the closet, and throw it over your shoulder, at this point, I hope something bad happened, because I swear to God if they’re fine-
You rush to the stairs as you hear the front door open and feel as though your breath has been knocked from you as you see Sam standing there, covered in dried blood, “Sam!”
You drop the duffle and fly down the steps, knocking the giant back against the door with the force of your hug.
He wraps his arms around you and gives you a tight squeeze, “I am so sorry. It turned out to be a nest of vamps and-”
“I know, Dean called me last night,” you tighten your grip and feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes, “He said he was going after you a-and then you stopped answering, so I called Cas and then he didn’t show up, and I-” you cut yourself off with a sniff and bury your head into his chest, “I’m just glad you’re okay.”
“I’m sorry I scared you.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head and let’s go of you, chuckling as you don’t back out of the hug, “I wasn’t gone that long, was I?”
“No,” you give him another squeeze before you reluctantly let go and take a small step back, “But it felt like I was worrying forever. You know I hate waiting.”
“I know.” His eyes scan the living room and he smirks, “Looks like you didn’t miss me that much, though.”
“Pfft, please.” You wave a dismissive hand, “That party sucks on the best of years. Honestly, I don’t understand why we even still have it.”
“Well,” he wraps you back up in a hug, pecking your lips, “How about next year, we have our own party?”
“I think we could swing that, yeah.” You smile up at him before breaking out of the hug, handing him a garbage bag, “But first, you have work to do.”
“Wha…?” He gives you an incredulous look, “You want me to clean up this mess? I wasn’t even here!”
“Exactly,” Your smile widens and you shrug, “Consider this your punishment for making me worry.” You make your way over to the stairs, pausing on the first step, “Just don’t take too long.” You peel your shirt off and toss it at him, “Wouldn’t want you to miss unwrapping your present.”
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