Hi my little Samwiches! This is a continuation of the first chapter about Sam, I loved it so much that I felt it needed a little more detail and flirtation. This might be by far my favorite X Reader so far, its cute and shows a little bit of my own character traits in the readers. My family was brought up on German roots and my grandpa loved to tell me stories as a child. Sorry for boring you to death with a little tidbit of my life, I just wanted to explain where the idea came from. I know its past Christmas but this one is gonna take place pretty damn close to Christmas day. Enjoy this chapter and remember, I'm not the best writer so don't come down on me too hard for any mistakes. Love you guys!
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You unlock the frost covered glass door of the bookstore/coffee shop and it swings inwards making the bell chime. The smell of the old books and lemon furniture polish from last night permeates your nose and you sigh happily. This place is like a second home to you and just the smell is comforting enough for you to relax and smile at the fact that you got a call from Brendan at six in the morning to open the store for him. Apparently he got some sort of stomach bug from dinner after that Christmas thing for his sisters kids. You spend an hour prepping the coffee machines, snack bar, and wiping down all the tables and counters. The doorbell rings out as the door opens and sends a chill your way, you turn to find a battered Sam standing in the doorway.
"What in the actual Hell, Sam what happened?!", You rush to his side as another guy runs in and slams the door shut.
"Where'd that book of the German Krampus legends go?", He slurs collapsing down onto one of the couches.
"I'll go get it when you tell me what's going on.", You stare at him and the other guy terrified.
"Please Y/N.", Sam begs and you give in running down one of the aisles to search for the book.
You find it and take it to the shorter guy, he's taller than you by far, but he's definitely shorter than Sam. He passes it off to Sam and he begins flipping through the pages rapidly, you notice blood matted in Sam's hair and you walk over to him examining the side of his head. A small gash is oozing sappy blood and you step over to the counter grabbing a clean rag and wetting it with warm water. Walking back over to his side You press the cloth to his head startling him, he calms down after a few seconds and continues reading. After a few minutes he shoots to his feet and snags the other guys sleeve.
"Dean, I found something that might be able to kill him.", Sam whispers.
"What is it?", Dean asks readily and his brother looks over at you then mumbles something under his breath.
"What? Kill who? Sam what's happening?", You stumble over your words as questions fly through your head.
"Okay Y/N listen, we don't work for a paper. We're hunters. We take down all the bad guys and monsters before they can harm anymore people.", Dean says gruffly and I huff rolling my eyes.
"Mhm, and I can grow gills and breath underwater.", You snap feeling tears prick at the backs of your eyes.
"Dean is serious Y/N.", Sam sighs reaching out to pull you towards him.
"Okay, and if I believe you. Does this mean your hunting an old myth that was used to scare kids into being good?", You ask and let him pull you into his arms.
"Yes, we're hunting Krampus, but he isn't a myth.", Sam rubs your back and you wipe your tears stepping away.
"Alright what do you need to kill him?", You square your shoulders to give off a brave facade.
"An ounce of the blood of a virgin, crushed bones of a bat, and the fur of an albino rabbit. Strange ingredients but we need to find them.", Sam tells you and you shift around uncomfortably.
"There's a place down the street, a voodoo shop of sorts. You might be able to find the bones and fur, not sure about the virgin blood though...", You trail off and Sam sends Dean down the street to gather the fur and crushed bones.
"You look like you're gonna be sick.", Sam observes as you flip the open sign off and lock the door waiting for Dean.
"Is he your brother?", You ask to derail his questions and comments.
"Yeah, Dean's my older brother.", He sighs looking at you intently.
"I think I might know where you can get a virgins blood.", You tell him after a few moments of hesitation.
"Is it at that shop too?", Sam asks lightly and you shake your head.
"I-I...I'm a..a virgin.", You stutter embarrassed and red.
"Really?", He smirks at you and you only nod.
"We only need an ounce, could you handle that?", Sam sits down looking up at you with a sad expression.
"As long as you don't go sacrificing me.", You giggle then sit next to him leaning up against him.
"We won't, I can promise you that.", He wraps an arm around you protectively.
"How are you gonna get the blood then? Do you have a syringe handy or will I have to use one of the kitchen knives to cut myself for the blood?", You press yourself closer into his side.
"Sorry, no syringe.", Sam rubs your back soothingly and you relax into his touch when a banging alerts you to Deans' arrival and you pull away reluctantly.
"Alright, got all but the blood. Where are we gonna fi-", Dean stops talking when you raise your hand to stop him and walk towards the counter reaching behind it to grab the handle of a drawer.
You pull out a small steak knife and grab a clean mug from off the counter, Dean gives you a confused expression before realizing and breaking into grin. Sitting down on the floor in front of one of the coffee tables you pull up your sweaters sleeve and set the cup down. Bringing the knife to the skin of your inner arm you hear Sam give a surprised yell as you run it across the pale skin of your inner arm creating a thin red line. Blood gushes forward from the wound and you wince slightly holding your arm over the cup, drop after drop it pitter patters into the cup and you motion for Sam to look behind the counter. He comes back with a first aid kit and you pull out cotton balls and gauze, after a few minutes you estimate that there is enough blood and press a few cotton balls onto the cut.
"Jeez Y/N, you sure took that well. Didn't expect you to be so willing, or okay with us using your blood.", Dean helps you tend to your arm and Sam stands back watching the two of you with a small shocked look.
"Well...if Krampus is real, and if he's anything like he stories that my grandpa told me when I was a kid. Then we need to get rid of him, at any cost.", You shrug climbing to your feet.
"You okay?", Sam is next to you in a single stride as you stumble back a bit dizzy.
"I'm fine Sam, dizziness is already fading. Now how do we find Krampus and kill him?", You clean off the knife in the sink and put both it and the first aid kit away.
"We need to set up some sort of bait for him, he's attacked us once already. So we know he'll be after us again, so maybe we should just stay here and make sure no one gets hurt in the process.", Dean gives you a look as if saying you needed to leave.
"I'm not going anywhere, that's my blood there and I want to see this through.", You huff stamping your foot on the carpeted ground.
"You don't have a choice Y/N, we don't want anyone getting hu-", Dean is cut off for a second time but it isn't you doing it this time.
A grey skinned and frail looking old man with clove hooves for feet and curly horns bursts through the door of the shop holding up a wooden cudgel. His deep set black eyes give you a sad look as he turns to the boys and he jumps at Dean, you give out a shriek and fall to the floor crawling into an aisle. You tug Sam down beside you and point to the cup on the table next to the book of lore on the monster himself. Sam nods and crawls forward as his brother fights off the mean old goat with a long silver knife and a menacing look. He returns with with all of the ingredients and hands them to you unwillingly, you open the book and find the page for the spell and mixture.
"I hope this works.", You mumble and pour the bone powder into the cup with the blood and stir it with your finger not caring how disgusting it feels.
"Go help your brother.", You yell at Sam and he clambers off to help Dean.
With a small groan you wipe the excess blood on the carpet and pick up the small bag of rabbit fur and dump it in pressing it into the blood and bone until its completely coated. You read through the incantation and stand up setting the book on a shelf before scooping up the entire mixture and smearing it one either side of your face. With what little is left you use as a finger paint of sorts and make a symbol on two bookcases opposite of each other. You let out an earsplitting scream to attract Krampus' attention, he turns to you and momentarily forgets about the brothers advancing on him. You begin chanting the incantation and the goat man grows angry, he steps towards you and attaches his cold gaze to you.
"Little child, stop your incessant ramblings and leave, or you'll succumb to punishment like these two.", His rigid voice cuts at you like tiny icicles.
"Diesen Ort verlassen zugunsten eines anderen , werden Sie nie zu diesem Platz auch unter der Dunkelheit als Deckung zurückkehren!", You bellow in Germanic and watch as he comes running at you.
"Y/N move!", Sam cries but you're stuck in place.
Krampus tries to skid to a stop as you finish the spell but he isn't quick enough and he stumbles straight through you disappearing into nothingness. You crumple to your knees and sob as cold washes over you and you bring your hands to your face. A gentle hand wipes all the guck off of your face and you look up to find Sam kneeling next to you, he gives you a small smile and helps you up. Sam helps you out of the ruined shop and you pray that you won't lose your job, the brothers take you to their hotel room on the other side of town. You thank them profusely but they stop you and do the same in return to you, you had after all, saved the entire town because of your bravery.
"I can go back home tomorrow, and you guys can get back to your own home.", You yawn later that night as Sam pulls a blanket over you and settles on the edge of the bed in the hotel.
"Yeah...", He mumbles smiling at you.
After almost an hour you sit up unable to fall into the clutches of sleep, Sam and Dean are sitting at a small table looking at a crappy box tv. You get up and unlock the door opening it aimlessly, Sam turns and grunts in surprise when he sees you standing by the open door. You shut it quickly and shuffle back over to the bed plopping down, you realize how stupid you must have looked and hide behind your hair as Sam walks over to the bed. His deep chuckles resonate throughout the room and you look up at him shyly, he pulls you into his lap and kisses your forehead sweetly. You think to yourself, maybe if I lose my job...I can join these two and become a...what was it called?
A hunter...
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Alright guys, thank you for reading and enjoy the rest of your day or night, whatever it is for you. I have readers from all over so far and it makes me very happy. Germany, Spain, Canada, Finland, Australia, & the US! I am so happy!!!!!! I love you all, my little Samwiches!
~Skylynn