Dean Winchester X Sam Winchester Novels & Stories

"Well, beautiful, my name is Christian Sampson and what is your name?" She giggled slightly. "My name is Samantha Lexington, but everyone calls me Sam." I love her name! "Sam." It rolls off my tongue with ease and I feel her body shiver at hearing her name come out of my mouth. My gaze quickly darts to her plump, seductive lips. My eyes darken as Deuce tries to take control, he wants to mark and mate with this goddess in front of me...right NOW so that everyone will know that she is ours!

We go on dates to restaurants, start having deep conversations, he tells me about his day, the projects that he is engaged in now. He opens up with me entirely as we talk about everything now. There is no wall or veil between us. He notifies me about Dean and Samantha as they are a couple now. How Sam used Brian to get Dean’s attention. Finally, Dean sees her, and they start going out as a romantic couple. Maybe in the future, we will get a wedding invitation too.

I shrugged. “Thank you for that.” He smiled, but it felt so distant. That was when I remembered that we are nothing but mere strangers. “Let’s meet up if fate wants us to.” He smiled, totally unaware that I could easily make up this so-called fate by swinging by his restaurant and stuff, but I didn’t say that out loud since that could totally make myself sound like a creep. “Yay to fate!” I chuckled as I said that. “Bye, Sam.” Dean said, as he hurried to leave.

"Bryan Sundale, huh?" … Miranda had already left, and Sam had little interest in mingling. Ordinarily, they wouldn't have been able to lure him to such an event, but he had come for reasons that had nothing to do with the gathering. Before leaving, though, he approached the dean, as a warning to Joseph. The wise dean then responded to his concerns with a wily grin. "No worries, I'll handle it." "Glad to hear it," Sam replied, satisfied. Outside, feeling his cigarette cravings creeping up, Sam reached into his pocket for a lighter but paused mid-motion. Hansel stood nearby, leaning against his car and blowing smoke. He looked up, his eyes cold as they landed on Sam.

"Yeah, sure, that's why. Bye, Sam...have a nice life with Mr. Darcy." I hear the anger in my voice. It's not that I want to be angry or jealous. I hate being replaced by a man I haven't met yet. Sam sits down on the couch. This is her universal sign that she isn't leaving. "You're upset. And I want to know why. And stop calling him Mr. Darcy." "Of course, he's Mr. Darcy. He's British and perfect." "If he's Mr. Darcy, then who am I?" Sam asks as she bats her eyelashes at me. It drives me crazy, seeing those butterfly wings open and close on her baby blues.

Chapter 5 The fight is against Shade Marcus the Narrsissist Vampire King. Sam stands tall, his chiseled physique a testament to his unwavering dedication to fitness. His bulging biceps and broad shoulders exude raw power, honed from years of military battles. His shoulder-length black hair often falls messily onto his broad shoulders, and his piercing grey/blue eyes seem to bore into those he meets. His tattoos, a striking blend of Mayan tribal and Anunnaki designs, whisper tales of his rebellious past and his defiance against the darkness. As an elder vampire and a skilled fighter, Sam's tech expertise and ancient knowledge make him a formidable force in the world. His raw, masculine appeal

I said, raising an eyebrow at him, twirling my wedding ring absentmindedly. I gazed ahead when a painful shout rose. The crowd roared as the fight reached its climax—one demon lay on the ground, bleeding from his mouth, his arm torn off, while the other stood victorious, his own arm hanging loosely at his side. "You did argue. A lot." Sam noted, his eyes never leaving my face. "Ah well, someone had to. You loved it." I smirked, taking a sip of my wine. There was no blood in the wine, unlike that very first day I was here. Sam had sworn off blood in the wine since that day. He now only drank my blood.

With their one question answered, Sam made sure to remove his blindfold before he stared him in the eye and shot him in the head. Two Years Later "Mr. Sam-" "Shh, shh, shh," Sam put up one finger to stop his husband's train of thought. Dean only laughed and rolled his eyes, pulling Sam tighter against him as they observed the dance floor of his club from high above it. "That's a very passable impression of me," Dean teased, tucking his chin on Sam shoulder. "Is it?" Sam smirked before turning back to face him, "didn't notice," Dean only laughed, pressing a kiss to his lips. Before either of them could get too caught up in it though, Dean pulled back. Sam pouted and Dean pressed another quick

"The boys are less fun to be with." "Here I was thinking you loved my company, Sam," the lean, sinewy man next to her pipes up in a high-pitched tone, clutching his chest with mock hurt. "No such luck. I will always be Sam's favourite," Mr. Winchester says, a boyish grin raising his lips and another male off to the side snorts, muttering something about a Tim who might strangle him for that statement. Everyone suddenly goes quiet and the air becomes stale. The woman, Sam, shuts her eyes and lets out a shaky breath.

reminders in each movement of the brand that Theo left on her.Dean gazed at her, eyes faltering for a moment. "I meant what I said. You stay with me. You follow my orders."Sama nodded. "I will."Alex applied a reassuring pressure to Sama's arm. "We've got you."Dickson snorted. "More like she's got us."Dean slammed the trunk shut for the final time, turning to face the group. "Five minutes and we go. We hit the warehouse, take out his goons, and I rip Theo's throat out."Sama swallowed hard. "And if he tries to run?"Dean smiled, cold and merciless. "Then I track him down."They drove through the city in silence, neon lights flashing over rain-soaked windows. Sama tracked the burn scar under her