Multifandom Oneshots

Sam Winchester x Reader

You're walking to the motel as Dean's pulling out. He stops and rolls down the window. "Getting dinner. What do you want?" He asks gruffly.
"Doesn't matter. But Dean? We might should be a bit easier on Sam. His mind's kind of... broken... I know it's frustrating, but--"
"I'll be back." He drives away.
You sigh and make your way to the motel room.
Sam stands up from the couch when you come in. "You came back." He says, visibly shaking as he keeps his thumb pressed into his palm.
"'Course." You smile gently and go closer.
"I'm sorry. I love you." He says.
"It isn't your fault, sweetie. I love you too."
"It is my fault."
"It isn't, Sammy." You reach up and touch his cheek. "It's okay."
He shakes his head. "No. I screwed up. You can't forgive me."
"Why can't I?"
"He says you can't."
'He' meaning Satan, of course.
"It isn't real." You assure him. "It's in your head."
"It feels real." He doesn't look at you as you slip your arms around his waist.
"What about me? Do I feel real?" You ask.
He nods, his eyes flicking to yours and away again. He nods again.
You pull his head down and kiss him. "Would Lucifer do that?"
"I don't know... He might."
You smile a little bit.
"I'm sorry. I don't mean to be a burden--"
"No, Sam. You aren't a burden."
"But... You both left."
"I'm sorry." Tears prick your eyes. "We aren't angry. I came back, didn't I?"
He nods.
"And so will Dean."
He nods, still looking over you.
"Sammy," You say, the worry seeping into your voice. "Look at me, not him."
After a second, he looks at you.
"Close your eyes."
He closes them.
You kiss him. "It's okay, Sammy. I love you."
"I love you too." He says, kissing you back.