Just a shop worker Sam x Shy!Reader

Throwing on her favourite black hoodie, she rubbed her wrists and tugged on some sneakers. She slipped on some glasses and grabbed the flask which contained coffee, the waking beverage.
Soft, autumn leaves fell before her, scattered across the floor. She was going back to the bunker with Team Free Will. Nervous was an understatement. It was her day back after being submitted into intensive care at the hospital after a rowdy hunt. Vampires and wendigos weren't the nicest things to go against alone. Now she had a scar going from her back to her chest, twirling.

Oh she may be weary
Them young girls they do get wearied
Wearing that same old miniskirt dress
But when she gets weary

She was nervous as hell, Sam was a big crush of hers and he always kept an eye on her, sharing the first genuine laugh and smile with her.
Shaking her head, she was oblivious to the fact that he loved her dearly and would do anything for her.
Clouds cleared the air and the honey brown and crisp orange sky illuminated, the smell of roses and coffee.
Her hair fell by her shoulders as she pulled down her hood, opening the door before hooking her bag and jacket on the hook.
"Uh, hey." She mumbled, waving awkwardly at the two familiar friends. Dean turned around, his eyes widened and his grin did the same.
"____! I'm so so sorry for not helping you!" He spilled, overwhelming the girl.
"Dean you're scaring her." He pressed, pulling you into his grasp, electing a blush from you.
"H-Hi Sam." She blushed mad red, noticed by Dean immediately.
"Just get together, the sexual tension is too heavy even for me." He spoke bluntly, walking out the room to piss of Bobby or something.

You try a little tenderness
Oh man that
Un hunh

"So..." Sam smiled, pulling out his laptop.
"We're hunting more vampires."
"Those bastards."
"How've you been?" He asked, rubbing his fingers around his wrist along with you.
"Fine. I missed you though, not that I thought about you all the time or that I needed you there with me because I can cope fine by myself but I'm not saying you-"
"_____, breathe." He chuckled, his hand rubbing over her knuckles. Lowering her head in embarrassment, she raced out the room.
"_____!"

Try just a little bit of tenderness
That's all you got to do

The next day brewed by along with the sun, ____ was about to go back to her part time job as a shop keeper until something caught her eye. A worker was flirting with Sam, blonde hair, vibrant green eyes and an hour glass figure fitted with a huge rack.Her heart dropped. Of course, he could get way better than her.
Her eyes scattered around the room and she saw some workers laughing at her, pointing and sniggering. Then a customer spilt tea over her, sniggers louder from the workers.
The security came bustling over, angry look on his face.
"Whaddya think ya doing? Pass, who'd you think you are you petty girl. Gonna start crying?"
The world began spinning and before Sam could get to her, she ran to the impala into Dean's arms, falling into his chest.
Alarmed, Dean rocked her back and fourth, understanding what was wrong with her.
"W-What'-"
"Anxiety attack."

Now it might be a little bit sentimental no
But she has her greavs and care
But the soft words they are spoke so gentle
Yeah yeah yeah

Hours passed into night, her body was clean and she was stood in front of the mirror in her shared room with the boys in her lacy, black underwear, unimpressed with her figure.
"Why am I so ugly?" She span around, her back scarred with scratches and deep cuts from daggers and the scraping of a bullet that missed her shoulder by a millimetre.
"You're not." A familiar voice spoke, two arms wrapped around her from behind.
"S-Sam."
"You're fucking beautiful." He rubbed her arms, fingers brushing her scar.

And it makes it easier to bear
Oh she wont regret it
No no
Them young girls they don't forget it
Love is their whole happiness
Yeah yeha yeah
But it's all so easy
All you got to do is try

"And very brave." He said, pressing his forehead to hers.
Closing her eyes, her cheeks flared and he chuckled.
"You look adorable when you blush." The moon fell on her face in all the right ways, but that's not what he cared about. Her heart was made of gold and platinum, she was so generous and kind and so passionate.
"T-Thanks."
"And that stutter, an amazing flaw that you make define you."

Try a little tenderness
Yeah
Damn that hart (hard?)
All you got to do is know how to love her
You've got to

Next day:
"I've hurt people Sam." She sighed, pulling away and sinking to the floor next to her alcohol bottles, amber fluids about to flow down her throat until he pried the bottle away from her.
"We've all hurt people, but don't add you to the list."
"Sam give me the drink." She grabbed the bottle and chugged it, dropping it to the floor before sinking to her knees.
"____, you're gonna drink yourself to death."
"Maybe that's what I want." He picked her up in a cliché bridal style and sat down on the couch with her, rocking her back and fourth.

Hold her
Squeeze her
Never leave her
Now get to her

"I'm just a shop worker, you could get any girl you wanted." She sobbed, gripping onto his jacket.
"You're far more that a shopworker, you're my best friend."
Noticing her frown, he realised what he'd said.
"And I guess-"

Got got got to try a little tenderness
Yeah yeah
Lord have mercy

"I love you."
"S-Sammy?"

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"Sammy?"

"Yeah?"

"I understand you and ____ love eachother dearly but please don't have sex on the couch, I sit there."

"No promises."