[Padaleckdog] {P.S. The spacing have changed like I had on my Imprint book}
Plot: you are a psychic then you and Sam went to the bar and got drunk asf. You saw Sam get hit by a cupid's arrow and he left the bar with a siren. Then weeks have passed, you Sam broke up when he visited the bunker and Castiel saves Sam from the siren.
Your POV
Sam sighed and rested his forehead against the smooth wooden table. He let out a frsutrated groan and stood up.
"I'm heading out, I can't find anything."
He grabbed his coat and tamed his hair so it looked presentable in public groups. I shrugged and stood up, grabbed my coat and stood beside him.
"C'mon, let's go out for a drink. Call Dean that we're out." Sam commanded and I pulled out my phone, texting Dean quickly about me and Sam going to the bar and he said okay.
-- The Nightshade Bar 7:49 pm
Sam held out one finger to the bartender and the bartender returned the order with a single nod before shuffling to get shots.
I crossed my arms on the table and rested my chin on my arm. Sam being a smartass, copied me and mimicked on what I was doing, which was moving my mouth in concentrated smirks. I rolled my eyes playfully and nudged his shin.
"Shots?" The bartender slid two shot glasses infront of me and Sam and I stood up straight and grabbed the shot, chugging it quickly.
"Easy there Pocohontas." He quoted a disney princess randomly.
He placed his hand on my shoulder and I raised my hand up signalling that I am fine.
"Look babe, I'm just gonna go to the bathroom real quick. Save this for me." He patted his seat next to me and shuffled away turning a sharp left in a dim hallway.
I was alone, drunk. For two hours. It isn't like me to get drunk but I did. The bartender offered me the strongest shot, I felt trippy, dizzy and amazing at the same time. It's not drugs though, hell no.
My mind started wondering off to where Sam is when I was drunk. I smirked and winked at the bartender. He grinned and took the empty shot glasses away. "I'm checking Sam for a bit." I smirked and scooted away, following Sam's tracks.
I walked the dim hallway but the left turn has a dim light, brighter but still dim. I turned around to see Sam, an arrow stuck on his hip. But it slowly crumbled away. Then a dark haired girl with very light eyes passed by and suprisingly Sam caught her wrist and started making out with her.
I don't know what to feel I just feel, this dark pit on my chest, going down on my stomach.
"SAMUEL DEAN WINCHESTER! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!?!" I screamed so loud that the people near the hallway silenced.
"Oh, (y/n). What's up?" He calmly said smirking pulling the girl's waist closer to him.
"What's up?! You're fucking making out with another girl while you're in an occupied relationship. Sam, we are done!" I emphasized every word before walking away, but I quickly turned my heel around and looked at the girl.
"As for you, you are a bitch." I plastered a fake grin and ran away with tears. I cupped my jeans, took out my phone and called Dean.
"Dean?" I whispered shakily through the phone. "(Y/n), what's wrong?" He asked. I sniffled and sobbed. "Please just pick me up."
After a few minutes of me crying on the front porch, Dean's impala finally came up to the parking area. He left the ignition on and rushed to my side.
"(Y/n)?" He asked cupping my cheeks and holding them up.
"Sam. H-He m-made out w-with a girl." I sobbed as Dean sighed. He scopped me up and placed me beside him on the front seat letting me snuggle to his side.
He drove away without emotion leaving Sam and the girl in the bar.
-- MOL Bunker ; 2 Weeks Later
"(Y/n)?" Dean's muffled voice cooed.
"Yeah- uh come in." I replied as the brown wooden door opened and Dean peeked on th door eventually making his way to me. "What's up?"
"We got company." He said sadly grabbing my wrist and pulling me to the library to see the person I want to see last. Sam Winchester and that bimbo.
Sam snaked his hand around her waist and pulled him closer and I felt my blood boil causing me to go red and flustered. Dean's hand cooled me off and he pulled me close as if we were together.
"Oh, you're with her." Sam said disappontingly. "Oh look Sam, you're with that slut again." I grinned. The girl grunted and Sam sighed.
"Hello Dean." We heard Castiel's deep voice behind yus and we looked around to see a man in a trenchcoat.
"Hey Cas." Dean waved. Cas squinted at Dean and he gave me a slight nod which I returned.
He stopped looking at both of us and made his way to Sam and his girl.
"Sam, does it hurt?" Castiel asked caressing Sam's shoulder. Sam gave him a blunt expression then crunching his nose. "What does hurt?"
Castiel looked at me as if I was his last resort and turns out I was. He moved closer to me and I had to look up. "(Y/n), you're a psychic, you must've seen it."
"The- the arrow? Uhm yes I kinda did." I said barely above whisper but I knew Castiel heard it. "I knew it. Sam, she's a siren." Castiel pointed to the girl clinging onto Sam when Castiel slipped his angel blade on his hand and peirced the girl with the long silver knife.
The girl loosened her grip on Sam and I saw Sam's eyes swirl out dark green. Before it was light green, but I thought it was just a trick of the light. The girl fell down the wooden floorboards with a slight thud and Sam breathed out as if he was just let go from a non-breathable area.
"What happened?" Sam murmured clutching his chest and rubbing his forehead. "Sam?" Castiel asked.
"Cas? Why- why am I here?" He said and his glance landed on me. His eyes started swelling with tears and he dropped his hands to his sides, about to cry. "(Y/n)." He whispered.
"Sam, what do you remember?" I asked. "I-I remember with this- girl, she- we-, it's a blur." He let out a frustrated groan and his tears landed on his cheeks, sliding down dropping on his light blue shirt.
"What happened? Just tell me!" Sam screamed. "Sam calm down. You were under the trance of the siren, and the Cupid's arrow didn't help. I knew Cupid shot you his arrow for you to fall inlove with (y/n) deeper and ask her to marry you, but I guess it didn't go the way the Cherubs wanted it to go and kinda just got along with it." Castiel explained.
"Oh." Was all Sam could say. I blinked down and when I opened my eyes, Sam's arms wrapped around me, my cheek on his chest. "Sam." I whispered.
--
The month was a big blur, but the biggest details can't be forgotten. After that day, he asked for engagement and I agreed. We got married 3 months later and have a happy family. We didn't leave Dean or Cas out of the story since our kids wanted to hunt with their uncles.
We forgot about the siren and that bar and moved forward.
When your past calls, don't answer. It has nothing new to say.
-Kwintell Wright ; Stadium Day
