Chapter 1- The Lonely Girl
AN: Best part of being a fanfic writer, you can write yourself into a relationship with your favorite character and no one can tell you that you can't! So I wrote this for me and it turned out okay so let's post it online! Sam x reader Destiel. I don't own Supernatural or the characters. Duh.
A young girl, maybe a year younger than Sam, lay in an ally in the town Sam and Dean had been investigating. The vampire they had been tracking would've taken a bite into this girl's neck if Sam and Dean hadn't shown up. Now she lay, passed out, on the hard concrete alleyway. "We should probably wake her up." Dean said, looking at the girl. She was brunette, pale, and short, compared to Sam. She was cute, but not Dean's hot, perfect bod type. "Yeah. What are you going to do poke her with a stick?" Sam asked as a joke. Dean looked at Sam in the silence, as if saying 'I don't know, maybe.' "Dude! You're not poking her with a stick!" Sam exclaimed.
The girl moaned, waking up, facing away from the brothers. Sam ran over to her to help her stand, asking if she was okay. His brother, however, stayed behind, taken aback by Sam's sudden thoughtless rush to the rescue. For all they know she could've take a mouthful of vamp blood before they arrived. The poor girl got to her feet, only to fall forwards, into the brunette boy, causing them both to fall back down to the pavement. She straddled his right leg, head and forearms resting against his muscled chest.
She looked up, into Sam's eyes. Sam stared into her's. They were brown. But not just brown. They were light brown, almost hazel. With a reddish tint and a glow that seemed to fill them and reveal her soul. It was as if, just by looking into her eyes, he could see her personality. The happiness she presented as a shield to the rest of the world. He tried to glimpse past it, thinking he could see a little hurt, a problemed past.
Dean cleared his throat, bringing the two out of their daydream. She stood up quickly, too quickly. The mystery girl wobbled a little and grabbed onto Sam's shirt for support. "Oops. Sorry" She said, blushing, a shy smile on her light pink lips, and backing away a step or two. Her voice was small, sweet, and shy, but still felt strong. Which was a description of the girl in front of him. Sam smiled at her, "No problem." Dean, who was looking her up and down, turned to his brother in confusion. 'Was that flirting I just heard?!' Thought the older hunter.
"Oh yeah! I'm Kaitlyn." She said to Dean. Turning to Sam she finished with "But you can call me Kit." Sam smiled even wider "I'm Sam, this is my brother, Dean." "It's nice to meet you two." Kit extended her hand out to the elder brother, who just glared at her. Sam nudged Dean, who unhappily shook her hand. "Can we give you a ride?" Sam asked. "Umm, not unless you happen to know where the nearest hotel is." "We do, actually. Come on."
Sam turned and walked with his brother to their black vehicle. "Oh my god! Is that a 67' Chevy Impala?!" Dean automatically stopped and turned to Kaitlyn. "You know about baby?" He questioned. "Yeah! I love cars. Oh she's beautiful." Kit said, inspecting her. "And in great condition!" They got in and the radio kicked on. "Carry On My Wayward Son" by Kansas played. "I love this song!" The two lost boys and the lonely girl sang along to Dean's classic rock tapes all the way to the hotel.