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Concerts And Piggy-Back Rides (Sam X Reader)
"We're never going to make it in time!" You yelled, trying to keep up with Sam's fast pace.
"Yes we will, come on!" He replied and grasped your hand, pulling you along.
Sam had bought you tickets to go see your favorite band performing in California for the first time ever. It was located about 2 miles off of campus, right after class. Knowing traffic would suck, you and Sam decided to walk to the performance. Fresh out of class and rushing to get to the concert within 10 minutes, you realized how lucky Sam was to have such long legs.
You stumbled quite a bit, ruining the toe of your shoes. Sam was practically dragging you by now. How you wished you signed up for the cross country team.
"Sammy, I can't keep up!" You informed, ripping away from his grip and placing your hands on your knees to catch your breath.
You heard the Winchester mumble something before your looked to see him crouching down, his arms extended behind his back.
You looked at him puzzled for a minute before he spoke
Love me some pie (Deanxreader)It had been a long day of hunting with the Winchesters again, and you had finally convinced them to take a break, because, let's face it, you were all half asleep anyway.
You clumsily stumbled into the motel room you were sharing with Dean and Sam, ready to jump onto the first bed, but halted when you opened the door.
There where only two beds.
"______, get outta the way." mumbled Dean, as he tried to push past you into the room, but soon stopped as well when he realised the situation they were in.
You soon came to your senses and walked into the room, claiming the bed nearest to the door as your own.
"Looks like You and Sammy are gonna have to share." You smiled to Sam as you dumped your bag down.
"But ________..." Dean whined. "I had to share with him last time, and you know how that ended."
You laughed as you remembered waking up in the middle of the night to the Winchester brothers arguing about there not being enough space in the bed for the both of them.
"Tough shit, he's your br
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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