Supernatural Oneshots

Happy Birthday (Sam/Reader)

Guess what today is! It's my birthday! *throws confetti everywhere* So since today is such a special day to me, I am putting out a fanfiction staring you, as the Reader, to celebrate your birthday with the amazing characters of Supernatural! It's a early/late birthday present to you!
Let the fanfiction proceed!

Your birthday was one you wished to forget, remembering what that day took from you made you hate that sacred day. Birthdays were horrified things in your eyes, a colourful cake and presents given to the only surviving member of the (l/n) family. To you, it was a sickening sort of celebration of the day of you becoming an orphan.

Traveling down the road was a lovely couple taking their precious child home, relishing the fact that you were to continue the lineage of their ancestors. Suddenly, a 18-wheeler slammed into the side of the car, pushing the yellow Volkswagen off the side of the hill. Plunging into the water, the open windows provided an excape for air, leading pungent lake water into the vacant space. Your father died on impact, but you and your mother were fully conscious when the car descended into the frigid waters.

Thankfully, you mother was able to force the door open, even though she had a newborn you cradled in her arms. Swimming to the surface, she still clutched you, struggling to move her battered body. Yellow eyes gleaned in the fading sunlight as the driver of the truck watched from above. Your mother struggled to stay afloat, screaming out for the driver to help her. Unfortunately, the demon smiled wickedly, staying put at the edge of the highway.

Your mother began to swim to the shore, but every foot she swam was another step the demon took closer to the bank. Thankfully, you mother caught his game and proceeded to tread water in the deep, cautiously watching the man step into the murky water.

Your mother had nowhere to go as the man swam toward her, for the sun had set and the moon was not out that night. Helplessly, your mother tried to defend herself from him, but he proved to be stronger than her, pushing her face down into the lake water, clutching you in his other hand.

When your mother's body stopped struggling, the man swam to shore, climbing into his truck, before driving away from the scene.

He placed you on the bank of the lake, his blood dribbling down your blue lips, your shrill shrieks echoing off the surrounding trees. Luckly, the man called the police, altering them of the wreck down at the lake, hoping that giving you his blood wasn't going to be a waste.

Now you were an adult, living the secret life of a Hunter, plus dating one of the Winchester boys, the most famous Hunters of all time. You had teamed up with the duo a few years back, after a werewolf decided your boyfriend was a tasty midnight snack. Now you fight alongside them, trying to help save the world, one monster at a time.

You started dating Sam after a few to many drinks at a bar made you share your affection to the shaggy-haired man. After the embarrassing incident, you two hooked up, fighting evil together, of course with Dean as your third wheel. You had told Sam of you being an orphan, but had never shared why you had became an orphan, or when you developed the freakish ability to make things spontaneously combust when you were angry (thankfully that had gone away by the time you met up with them).

Laying in the dingy motel room, you roll over, slamming your hand on the cheap alarm clock that continued to wail at you to awaken. Tossing it across the room finally shut up and you twisted around in bed, Sam's arms wrapped around you tightly.

With a groan, you snuggled into his chest, purring as he pulled you tighter into his embrace. Suddenly, the covers were violently ripped off of you, while Sam shot up in bed, knife in hand.

Dean dropped the comforter, raising his hands in surrender as he began laughing at Sam's apperance. Following Dean gaze, you look at your sleepy man. His hair is sticking up in odd directions, while his face is red from embarrassment.

"Dean!" Sam yells, leaping out of bed to attack the man.

You start laughing as they fight like children, struggling to pin the other one down. Sam wins eventually, sitting on top of his older brother, grinning madly as you landed on the floor in laughter.

After settling them both down, you got ready for the day, then before exiting the motel door, you strapped a knife to your leg for insurance of protection in a sticky situation. Dean was first out the door, you following close behind when Sam gripped your arm, pulling you back into the room, shutting the door behind you.

Turning around, you gaze up at the shaggy man, who is looming down at the floor.

"Hey Sam, what's the matter?" You ask, a concerning look on your face.

Slowly he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Looking up from the ground he peers into your (e/c) eyes, a saddening look on his face.

"(Y/n), I know you hate your birthday," Sam whispered, "but I wanted to give you something to remind you of me."

He pulled out a rectangular blue box out of his pocket, opening it slowly. Inside was a silver bracelet, various pendants attached to the chain.

You feel your eyes welling with tears as he delicately removes it, clasping it around your wrist. You reach with your hand gently touching the beautiful thing, afraid it would fall apart at your fingers.

Tears began to fall as you stifled a sob, you peer up at Sam, wrapping your arms around him, bawling into his chest. Fearing something is wrong, he attempts to comfort you.

"If you don't like it, I can take it back. I didn't know what to get you." He tries to explain.

"NO! Don't, it is beautiful." You sniffle, gazing up at him, "This is the most thoughtful present anyone gas given me. I have no words to explain how I feel about it."

Beaming like the sun, he bends down, capturing your lips with his. You wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

Just then, Dean slams open the door.
"We gotta hit the road!"

Breaking the kiss, you glare at Dean, who then apologizes and slithered out the door.

Returning your gaze to Sam, he softly kisses you once more.

"Happy birthday, (y/n)." He says, kissing down your neck. "I love you, and know that your birthday means so much to me."

You smile, "I love you too."

After that, you knew this was the best birthday you had ever had, and nothing was going to ruin it for you.