Misguided Ghosts
Summary: Soulless Sam’s reign was short and he did a lot of things Sam wishes he could take back. He made amends with everyone he could but never had the courage to face you or tell Dean exactly what happened. That is until a coincidental case finds him back at your door.
Warnings: smut from the off, slightly rough sex, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), Soulless!Sam is a bit of a dick, dom vibes, language.
W/C: 1.9k
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, fem!reader
Pairing: Soulless!Sam x fem!reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity.)
Notes: Set around seasons 6 and 10.
A/N: This is intended as a one-shot though I do have an explanation for the ending 😁 (you'll see). Title is a Paramore song of the same name.
Betas: @cockslut-padalecki // but I own all mistakes.
Graphics: images found on google/canva. Dividers by @firefly-graphics
Master Lists: Main // Sam Winchester
Something was off. He was too robotic, almost void of emotion and it was weird. But it was Sam fucking Winchester. The boy you’d fallen in love with all those years ago, back at Stanford. He dated your roommate, Jess, and honestly, they were perfect for each other, so you kept your feelings quiet and made the most of being his friend.
You hung out a lot as friends, spending holidays together on campus when Jess went home to her family. You suspected Sam knew you harboured feelings for him, least of all because drunk on eggnog and the Christmas spirit you’d confessed one Christmas Eve, but Sam being Sam had saved you the embarrassment and claimed he was just as drunk and didn’t remember much from that night.
Three days ago unexpectedly he’d knocked on your door, he said he’d kept tabs on you and was just passing through town and wanted to catch up. Catching up took all of two hours then you’d spent forty-eight blissful hours fucking, eating to refuel and sleeping very little. You’d played hooky at work and though Sam was reluctant to leave the bedroom you convinced him to go out to dinner on the third evening. Dinner turned to drinks, drinks turned to sex in the restaurant bathroom.
The parking lot isn’t secluded, anyone could walk by or pull into the empty spaces beside yours. The idea of being caught is thrilling and you know Sam isn’t going to stop at the fervent make out session.
As a Dean girl, I hardly ever read Sam fics but this was fucking fantastic! 👏👏👏
THAT ENDING THOUGH WHAT!?!?!
PS: I always loooooved that Paramore song. Good choice! 😍
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