Writing-of-an-angel

“Y/N, can I talk to you for a second?”

You looked at the youngest Winchester who was walking into the kitchen with a book in hand.

“Sure Sam, what’s up?”

He pushed his hair out of his eyes as he turned around and walked to the library motioning for you to come with.

He pushed his hair out of his face three or four times during the short walk through the bunker as if he couldn’t figure out what to do with his hands.

“Is everything okay Sam? What did you want to talk about?”

Sam didn’t answer your question but he opened the book he’d been holding and put it on the library table in front of you.

“This book was discovered by the Men of Letters sometime back in the 40’s”

He stopped there and motioned for you to look in the book.

“I don’t get it, why are you showing me a page in a book with the names John and Mary?”

He pushed his hair out of his face again and moved in next to you to take a closer look at the leather-bound book.

“Look at the last names in small print beneath them. John Winchester and Mary Campbell.”

You had met the Winchesters a few years ago and connected romantically with Dean pretty fast, so he’d told you stories about his parents.

Mary came from a family of hunters whereas John grew up with a mechanic for a dad and only picked up hunting after Mary was killed.

“Wait, those are your parent’s names. Why are they written in this book from 80 years ago?”

Sam flipped past a couple of other pages that looked similar with pairs of names on them as well.

“The Men of Letters labeled this as a Book of Soulmates. Its supposed to list every single couple that’s supposed to end up together”

Sam continued to move past pages of people that you hadn’t heard of, but you assumed ended up together

“Why are you showing me this Sam?”

His hazel eyes darted across the pages as they swept past under his fingers until he finally stopped on one of them.

He couldn’t meet your eyes so you let yours drift to the page he was on instead.

Y/N Y/L/N and Sam Winchester

“Y/N, there’s a page with our names on it”

You let your finger drag between the two names on the aging yellow paper

“Yes I can see that, but I don’t understand. I’m in love with Dean,” you struggled to find the words to express how you were feeling

“This book is just wrong Sam”

You backed away from the book trying to figure out why your name would be next to Sam’s and not his brothers.

“Y/N, I checked all of the pages before ours and each of the couples have ended up together over the years”

Sam closed the book and tried to take a step toward you before realizing he should probably give you some space to breathe.

“I can’t do this right now Sam, I’m sorry”

You tried to walk out of the room, but before you could Sam had grabbed your arm and was turning you back towards him

“Y/N, the front page of this book says these pairings have been foretold since the beginning of time”

You were face to face with him now and he hadn’t let go of your arm.

“The book also says that the angels of heaven are responsible for making these matches happen if they don’t occur naturally”

You tried to look anywhere else besides his eyes, but it was no use. His nose was inches from yours and you could feel the warmth of his breath as he was breathing heavy trying to think about what to do or say.

“Sam, I love your brother. Dean and I have been -“

He cut you off before you could continue

“Dean’s name is not the one on that page Y/N and if we don’t make that page the truth, the angels could intervene themselves. Is that what you want?”

The last thing you wanted was winged dirtbags trying to hurt Dean

“No, but I.. I don’t know what to do Sam”

He finally let go of your arm as you both took a deep breath and walked back over to the book that was taking up most of the small wooden table

“I don’t know either, but we’re going to figure this out.”

“If you don’t want your brains blown out of your head put the gun down and turn around” 

you knew that voice.

that voice had ruined your life

that voice had hurt you beyond what any hurt had done before. 

you bent down placing your pistol on the floor shrouded with dirt and dust, and slowly stood back up, careful not to make any sudden movements.

facing away from the voice, you slowly turned around and putting the hood of your jacket down to reveal your face and meet theirs. 

“Y/N? what the hell are you doing here?” 

the man slowly lowered his gun from where it had been trained on your head and walked toward you

“Hello Sam” 

you backed up as he tried to take a few steps closer to you, but before you could look where you were stepping you felt your foot hit the pistol you had set down earlier.

the ground suddenly wasn’t holding your feet, but something grabbed around your waist.

“let go of me Sam, I don’t need any help from you”

he let his arms slink off of your waist and back to their place at his side

“You know, you can say thank you when someone stops you from falling”

you dusted off your jeans and started to walk a few steps closer to him and almost nose to nose 

“oh and I suppose I should thank you for kicking me out of your life because you didn’t want me to become a hunter? Well guess what Sam, I became one any way, and I kick ass” 

before either of you had time to breathe you were both yelling at each other at the top of your lungs 

“SHUT UP” 

a booming voice entered the room and made you and Sam go silent

Dean.

of course. the big brother coming in to save the day, whoopdi doo

“why the hell are you two yelling? you’re gonna let every ghost, demon, and werewolf know we’re here. There is no point in yelling at each other. We’re all here for the purpose of doing this job, right? so grab your guns, and move your asses? got it?” 

you lower yourself to the ground and grab the gun you had tripped on mere moments ago

“Y/N wait” 

you turn yourself towards Sam and meet his eyes

“what?” 

“I’m so sorry” 

you run your hand through your h/c hair pushing it out of your face, and start to walk out of the room

“it’s not that easy Sam”

“Y/N, Dean is gone, and he’s not coming back. We’ve tried everything, crossroads demons, witches, all of it. Nothing worked”

Sam placed himself on the motel bed, his head falling into his hands with his fingers running through his hair, which he hadn’t cut in who knows how long. 

“Sam there has to be something else, something we haven’t tried, a spell or-”

Sam rose from his place on the bed where he’d only sat a moment and strides across the room toward you, standing in front of you in a matter of seconds.

You always knew Sam was tall, but right now, him standing in front of you, you felt shorter than you ever had. 

“Y/N, stop. We’re both exhausted, and we’ve exhausted all of our options. Dean didn’t want us to try and bring him back, and maybe this is our final sign. A sign telling us that we need to move on. Y/N, we need to move forward.”

“Sam I don’t know how, I-”

Before you knew what was happening Sam’s hand wrapped around your waist bringing you closer to him, so close your lips were barely an inch away from each other 

“With me. Y/N, move forward with me.”

his other hand made it’s way to your cheek, his thumb moving in circles on your soft skin

“Sam, I don’t know how”

he removed the space between your lips

“I’ll show you”

then his lips were on yours, moving slowly at first until you both sped up the pace and moved towards the hard hotel mattress shrouded in its dusty sheets

________

You felt warmth coming through the windows, and cascading across your body and the motel room.

You also felt something warm across your torso, not letting you leave your spot under the covers. 

Dean was gone, so it couldn’t be his arm around you.

you turned over under the weight of the limb and saw the other Winchester,

Sam.

Y/N, what the hell did you do? 

“Shit, that hurts!” 

Sam dabbed the washcloth on the large gash on your cheek once again.

“Well maybe if you had stayed behind me like I said”

You sighed and pushed his hand away from your face

“Sam, I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself. I don’t need to stand behind you waiting for you to kill everything while I do nothing. I don’t understand why you always feel the need to protect me, I-”

“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU” 

“Boys, I see you’ve met my daughter, Y/N.” 
You stood there unable to move, you didn’t know what to say or do. you had never found the right moment to tell them. 
both boys looked over at you but you couldn’t bear to look back and see the disappointment and anger on their faces 
“Oh, you didn’t know, did you? She never even told you? That’s just like my Y/N, she was always the good one in the family, always the one who wanted to help people.” 
he spit out the last part with disgust 
“I never meant-” 
but your father cut you off before you could give an explanation to the boys 
“Don’t trouble them with your problems dear, they have enough of their own. They have to deal with me,”

ring ring 

you walked over to the table in the dingy motel room and picked up your vibrating phone

“Hello?”

As soon as you heard the other person’s voice you knew exactly who it was

“Y/N, I need your help, Dean’s in trouble.”

“Sam, have you seen my bag?”

Sam looked up from the motel bed he was sitting on where he had his nose buried in a book.

“No, last I saw you took it out when we stopped at the gas station”

shit. 

you had stopped in North Dakota on the way back home, and you were freezing your ass off, so you had taken it out of the car to grab a sweatshirt. You sat it down on the ground next to baby’s tire and never put it back. 

“shit, I left it in North Dakota at that gas station.”

Sam closed his book and started to get concerned 

“Was there anything important in there?” 

you shook your head, “No, just some clothes, salt, matches, nothing worth getting upset over.” 

Sam got off the bed and walked over to his duffle, he pulled out a neatly folded piece of fabric that you soon realized was one of his flannels.

“Here, you can sleep in this tonight, and we’ll be home tomorrow so you can get your normal clothes then.” 

He handed you the flannel and your hands met his for just a brief moment before you took it. 

“Thanks Sam” 

You climbed out of the tiny motel shower and the room was filled with steam. You rung all the water out of your hair before throwing it up in a bun and drying yourself off. 

You threw on Sam’s flannel, luckily it was long enough on you that it covered everything, and went into the bedroom area where Sam was once again reading his book.

Sam looked up through the hair that had fallen over his eyes and saw you in his flannel, and damn did you look good, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you 

“You should wear my flannels more often” 

You felt the pain emulating throughout your body, the hunt had not ended well. Everyone had gotten hurt, and you only made it out because of Jack’s powers. 

When you got back at the bunker everyone had gone their own separate ways to their rooms to get some rest. You had been laying in bed for over an hour unable to fall asleep, the hunt weighed too heavy on your mind.

there was a knock on the door

“come in” 

the light from the hallway flowed into the room, a shadow of a figure fell across the floor 

“I heard you tossing and turning, are you all right?” 

You looked up at the figure to see it was Jack

“I’m alright, I just can’t fall asleep, no need to worry about me.” 

Jack stepped closer to your bed and you sat up.

“I do worry about you Y/N, I care about you, you worry for people you care about.” 

You and the nephilim had grown close over the last year, he had become your best friend, you felt for him in a way you never had before. 

“Can I stay?” 

“Yes”

“I want to hunt Dean, I want to stay with you and Sam and help!” 

Dean stepped out of baby and opened the trunk to grab your bag. 

“I know, but you need to have a normal life Y/N, and that’s something Jody can give you.”

Dean handed you your bag just as another car pulled up into the empty gravel parking lot. A woman with a brunette pixie cut stepped out of the driver’s seat.

“Y/N, meet Jody Mills” 

“What did you say Cas?” 

“When Sam came back from hell, not all of him was there. His soul is still in the cage with Michael and Lucifer. The longer it takes for us to get his soul back the  more corrupted it becomes. I’m so sorry Y/N”

You had been sitting in the library reading about greek mythology when a cute boy sat across from you with a book on roman mythology.

neither of you said anything until your sleeve rolled up and your anti-possession tattoo peaked out.

“Nice tattoo, what does it mean?”

you pulled your sleeve back over your arm 

“Its nothing, just-”

he cut you off finishing your sentence 

“an anti-possession tattoo against demons? yeah I know.”

you were shocked you didn’t think there were many other hunters who went to college, let alone Stanford 

“I’m Y/N”

“nice to meet you Y/N, I’m Sam.”

“Oh come on Y/N, don’t you think I’m cuter than that nerd. I mean just look at me..”

You took a few steps closer to Sam 

“I am looking, and I don’t see much.”

Lucifer feigned hurt grabbing at his chest

“Ooo you’re a sassy one aren't you?”

Sam cut into the conversation.

“We’re here because we need your help, not so you can flirt with my girlfriend.”

“I’m a what?”

“you’re an angel Y/N.” 

you were confused, you weren't an angel, you were just human.”

“Y/N, when the angels fell so did you, but you experienced it different than the others did. You lost your memories of your life as an angel, and they were replaced with false memories of your life as a hunter.”

“So when is the wedding?”

You both answered at the same time which did not work out well

“November”

“August”

you both looked at each other 

“darling November is the perfect month for a wedding, theres falling leaves, warm colors, and-”

sam cut you off before you could continue 

“that’s lovely dear, but August is warm, and perfect to find great venues.”

The old lady you were talking to at the party laughed 

“oh you’re so young, I believe me and my first husband had an August wedding... or was it my third husband.”

she laughed again and you both joined her.

“Well me and my fiancee should go and talk to Mr.Allen about the new science he’s developing, our company is very interested. but it was wonderful to meet you Mrs.Puth.” 

you and Sam made your way across the room

“listen, if we’re gonna go with this whole engaged thing, we need to get our story straight.”

Sam pulled you In closer wrapping his arm around your waist

“of course dear”

Sam, Dean, and Cas walked into the small dive bar in Normal, Illinois to have a drink after a particularly rough hunt.

“I’ll go grab us some drinks, you guys sit down.” 

Sam headed toward the bar where a bartender was turned around making drinks for other customers.

“I’ll be with you in a second”

That voice, Sam thought, it sounded familiar.

as soon as she turned around he knew why 

“Y/N?”

your eyes opened wide at the sight of a man you hadn’t seen in almost 4 years.

as soon as Dean and Das heard your name they turned toward the two of you to watch the interaction. 

“Sam, what are you doing here?”

Sam’s voice was lost in his throat for a moment.

“We’re uhh- we’re here for a case. there’s been a lot of-”

you cut him off “possession, omens, and monsters around here? yeah, I know. that’s why I’m working here, to find out what people know.”

you pulled out two shot glasses filling them and handing one to sam.

“Well here’s to working with each other again”

You walked in the room seeing Cas, Sam, and Dean whispering about something.

“What’s going on guys?” 

they all looked around at each other but Das was the one to speak up 

“Y/N, when God created humanity he knew that Sam and Dean would come to be. because of this he created a soulmate for each one to help them save the world. You’re Sam’s soulmate.”

You’d had a crush on the younger Winchester, but you never thought anything would come of it, not in this life. finding love as a hunter just wasn’t possible.

and yet here you were being told you had a soulmate, someone you were destined to be with.

“Oh my god, so Sam and I..?”

“you’re meant for each other, it’s your destiny.”

Sam walked towards you and you didn’t know what to do, you stood there in shock.

“Y/N, I have had the crush on you for the longest time and-”

before he could say anything else you brought his lips to yours and it was like the world was filled with light,

with love.