The Fluffernutters Meme

[improbably_true]

fluffernutters meme

what to do:
☆ post a comment
★ others use the magic RNG 1-10 to pick their fluffiness
☆ then fluff it out

fluffy choices:
① Tiny kisses For some reason or another, the person in front of you? Needs all of the kisses. All of them.
② Love confession You feel the butterflies in your stomach, but there's no way you're going to back out

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2. Because it needs to happen

[impureblood]

[The way Sam feels after a hunt usually varied; sometimes it’s heavy, like the weight of what he had to do is never going away. And the guilt, that’s almost a constant. Other times, there’s kind of a natural high. More than likely from the adrenaline, but it’s there. Something else has been the predominant thing lately. He just…misses herAs crazy as it sounds, it’s exactly why he didn’t go straight back to Bobby’s. Let Dean handle the ‘debriefing’. No, Sam has other plans…some that include checking into a hotel room that’s a pretty decent step up from the not so glamorous ones the brothers were used to staying it. It’s followed by sending a text to Abi. Nothing long or elaborate (he’s saving that for in person), just the address of where he’s at, and asking her to come see him

Oh god, I'm sobbing.

[shootsdownstars]

[When the Impala pulls into the driveway, Abi has to keep herself from standing too quickly. Bobby's cleaning his gun nearby and too much excitement will only arise suspicion. It's when only Dean climbs out of the car that Abi nearly loses control. Dean never comes back alone. Not since she moved in, he's never come back alone. She hasn't spoken to Sam in a few days, and now he's not back and he-.

She's upstairs before Dean even comes inside. The only thing that stops her from locking the door and crying until someone tells her otherwise is her phone buzzing on the table. It's from Sam. It's an address.

It's recent.

Coming up with a cover story is fairly easy. Bobby's gullible, as much as she hates to say it, and Dean's not around when she makes her way downstairs. She's been around long enough that she's made a few friends, and Girls Night Out is an easy explanation for both why she's going, why she may not come back, and why she's all dolled upBorrowing one of the cars, Abi hurries to the hotel, rapping quickly on the door of the

So many feels

[impureblood]

[Every second that passes feels like an eternity; in the back of his mind, Sam knows it’s going to take her a little bit to get there. Still, it’s just more time for him to think about everything, for the nerves to run rampant. It’s just..different. Sam didn’t even get this way before a hunt; he’s usually the calm one, more sensible.

The knocking at the door is what jars him from all the thoughts bouncing around in his head. This was…either going to go really good, or horribly bad. No middle ground. Taking the next step, it feels right, even if Sam is more than anxious to actually get the words out. Striding over, he stands in front of the door for a few more seconds, breathing deeply before he’s unlocking it and pulling it open.

And there she is. Looking stunning…and just…Abi. All those words on the tip of his tongue and he can’t do anything but stare. The dress, her makeup, the way just a look already has his pulse racing. And then Sam’s pulling her into the hotel room, right into a kiss, because he can’t hold it back

All of them. I can't even.

[shootsdownstars]

[There's a rush of air from her chest as soon as the door swings open. He's there. He's literally right there in front of her and she can see him and just reach out and touch him if she wants because he's alive. And she knows it's stupid, being so afraid for no reason but all she'd asked was that he come home to her and just this once, she didn't.

She stumbles inside at his behest, but she wastes no time leaning up to return the kiss. It's easier with the heels on her feet evening out their height and she cups her hands against his jaw, pulling him closer, savoring every second. Whenever he gets back from a hunt, she always wants to do this, to jump up and kiss him and make sure he's really there and really breathing and okay but there's never enough privacy. So this time, she's taking complete advantage.

...Until she remembers why she's there.

Pulling back, she balls up her fist and punches him hard on the upper arm.] Don't do that! Don't you ever do that again! You scared the shit out of me!

[impureblood]

[There’s something akin to a ‘wounded puppy’ look on his face after the punch; mainly because at first he has no idea what could prompt the reaction. Not when he’s more than certain the kiss itself was good] What? I…I didn’t do anything. [Then it’s like a light bulb going off above his head. After showing up injured, his promise to always come back to her. Then tonight…and Dean being the only one to show up at Bobby’s]

I didn’t think about how it would look, I swear. [His excuse for not going back had been easy to say; Dean didn’t really raise objections. And Sam didn’t outright lie; just saying that he needed time to unwind from the hunt, work things out. Of course in his brother’s might that means picking up whatever woman from the bar. That’s not him though. Not even close.

Looking down at Abi, he smiles, a real genuine, dimple showing smile. He could only imagine the kind of fear she must have felt earlier but it still doesn’t overpower all those emotions that Sam’s kept bottled up the whole time he was gone]You look

[shootsdownstars]

[Abi folds her arms, shifting uncomfortably and avoiding his eyes while he speaks. She knows he didn't think about how it'd look, she knows he'd never scare or upset her on purpose but...but still. But at least here, now, she can finally start letting go of that immediate fear

[impureblood]

[There’s no denying that Sam enjoys the twirl; eyes remaining locked on her, the smile still in place. They’ve never really even discussed dating before. As if somehow bringing up the word makes everything more real; gives them even more to lose. But it would have been fitting. She’s it for him. Sam knew he didn’t want anyone else]

I…definitely should have done this before now. [There’s more of a lightness to his voice than most other times. Because it feels really good to know it’s just her tonight and nothing else. No hunting, no hiding…for all Sam cares, the rest of the world outside of the hotel room just doesn’t exist] Abi…

[He trails off, eyebrows furrowing just a little as he tries to find out how he wants to set all of this in motion. Sam considered having something romantic set up, a huge gesture but…he just wants it to feel real, genuine…not forced at all]There’s something I want to tell you. That I’ve been holding in for a while…maybe because I was scared, or just…nervous…I don’t know. But I feel like if I don

[shootsdownstars]

[Here's the thing about Abi:

She always expects the worst. No matter how Sam tries to frame it, how nicely he tries to say it, no matter how deep his dimples are or how light his voice is, Abi. Expects. The worst. It's just in her nature after so much bad.

She doesn't want to be scared right now. She doesn't want to be sad or wonder how exactly Sam is going to end things between them right here and now, but it's where Abi's mind immediately goes when he says There's something I want to tell you.

She swallows down hard on the sinking feeling in her stomach, trying to keep her disappointment and apprehension off of her face and out of her voice when she speaks.] ...Okay. Okay, just...uhm. Go ahead.

[impureblood]

[It’s a combination of things why Sam doesn’t notice the very slight change in her expression; being caught up in everything, the way his heart was thumping rapidly in his chest, or just how nervous he truly is] I’ve never…had this before. Not really. [She knows more about his past than most; talking to her, trusting her…it just comes naturally] Even with Jess, I was too busy trying to pretend I wasn’t freak. I couldn’t tell her the truth.

[Somewhere in the back of his mind he knows bringing up past relationships, even the one that had been the hardest for him to deal with, might not be the best idea, but it’s important to what he’s trying to get across] But you…it’s different. I don’t have to lie or act like I’m some person that I’ll never be. It’s real…[He’s gone back to pacing, not as bad, but standing in front of Abi…he didn’t think he would be able to get through everything he wants to say]

And it’s such much more than that. Every day, every single one that me and Dean are on the road…now all I can think about is you.

[shootsdownstars]

[...What?

What?

If Sam says anything after 'I love you', Abi doesn't hear it. There's no way she could, not over the pounding of her ears. She's suddenly light-headed and she reaches out, grabbing the edge of a nearby desk and settling herself there.

Sam...loves her.

Sam loves her.

There is literally not one person in the world before now (except maybe her mother but that doesn't count because she doesn't even remember what the woman looks like) that has told Abi that they love her. Not even Bobby. She knows he does, of course. He says it different ways, the same way he does with the boys and she soaks up every second. There's no doubt in her mind about Bobby, even if he's never said it before.

But Sam, he-. She tries to take a breath, but the tears still lingering from before (and the tears that are starting now), make it shaky. She shakes her head.] No. No. No, you don't. You can't.

[It's too much. It's too real now. Because...because now, now if she loses him-...what is she going to do if she loses the only man who's ever

[impureblood]

[Sam didn’t even realize that he’s holding his breath; waiting for some kind of reaction, any reaction. It’s like for that moment, the world stops spinning, and his entire life is just…hanging in the balance, ready to diverge into two completely different paths.

Then she’s steadying herself on the desk and he can see the tears forming in her eyes. It’s fight or flight reaction; part of him wants to just run the other way, but Sam would never be able to live with doing something like that. Stepping forward, he reaches out to touch her, thumbs gently brushing across Abi’s cheeks]

I do. I want this, with you…you don’t even know how much. [Sam hasn’t said those three words to any other woman that wasn’t named Jess. And that life with her in Stanford, it’s so long ago, he’s a completely different person now] Abi, I love you. That’s the truth...I would never say it otherwise.

[Looking into her eyes, that just reaffirms everything for him] I wouldn’t blame you…if you want something more. Someone not in the life. I just…I had to

[shootsdownstars]

You-no.

[She lashes out, her own version of fight or flight, hitting her fists weakly against his forearms.] Take it back. Take it back, you-...what am I supposed to do now if you go out and-

[Now, Abi realizes that she's known that she loved Sam. But saying it out loud didn't make it real. And if it wasn't real, it wasn't something she could lose, just like everything else. It's why she's been so content with the radio silence on her and Bobby's relationship. She knows it's there, and no one needs to say it. But now Sam's gone and ruined everything.]

You're just going to get yourself killed now. [She hiccups.] Or you're going to change your mind or Dean's going to talk you into relieving your stress with some stripper or-or...I don't-. I need you, Sam, and now everything's...I can't lose you. I can't.

[impureblood]

[Even as she weakly beats against his arms, Sam only pulls her closer…he gets it, he really does. Being afraid, now having even more to lose. All of those things exist for him. The thing that scares him the most is Abi not knowing what she means to him]

It’s okay. [Slipping his hand under her chin, he tilts her head up, looking into her eyes] Abi, I can promise that nothing’s ever going to happen to me. You know the risks that come with the job. I wish I could, I would do anything to be able to…[He swallows thickly at the lump in his throat, hand now softly stroking her hair, eyebrows still knitted]

What I can promise? Is that I’m not going to change my mind. You’re it for me. It’s…you and me til the wheels fall off. [Maybe not the most romantic thing, but he just wants her to know] No strippers, no anything like that. There’s no one that could compare to you. No-one.

[shootsdownstars]

[Fighting is too hard. She's been fighting her whole goddamn life not to get attached to people then fighting to find her father. And she'd thought, when things finally got settled at Bobby's, that she wouldn't have to anymore.

And then Sam waltzed in, all...dimples and book smarts and it's just-

Fighting is just too hard.

His attempt at romance pulls a watery laugh out of her and she reaches around his arm, wiping at her own tears and slightly running mascara. She's still not sure what she was expecting to happen when she and Sam first started sleeping together. But she thinks that maybe, despite her current fears, that this is the best outcome she could have gotten.]

No one's ever told me they loved me before...

[impureblood]

[Just hearing her say that makes his heart ache. The kind of person Abi is, he feels like he knows her better...she deserves a lot more than Sam being the only person to have said that to her] First time for everything...[He follows the words with a small smile. It might have started out with a strong physical attraction and some other genuine emotions mixed in, but it's grown since then. The sex was amazing but even then...he couldnt have imagined it would turn into this ]

I just...didn't want to keep holding it in. Me and you, that's all I want.

[Letting his hand drop back to his side, Sam stays in close...the most difficult part might be over, but the night was just beginning, at least for them. He wants to make sure its not the kind that would be forgotten. Abi has given him even more than she realized. As cliche as it was, at least Sam knows theres a light at the end of the tunnel now]

[shootsdownstars]

That's what I want too. [She's scared. She's terrified, but it's true. Whenever Sam's home, she hovers close during the day, at least close enough that his voice carries when he speaks. It's the most she can get sometimes, with Bobby and Dean fond of pulling all nighters and restricting how much time they can steal in the dark. And when they can steal a few hours, a few minutes, even a day or two (very rarely), she soaks up every second, every touch and every little laugh and she revels in it.

And when he's gone, she clings to those moments and her cell phone, jumping every time it buzzes and hoping it's him, just a simple I'm fine to ease her nerves.]

I love you, Sam. [It takes a minute to force it out, and with it comes a new rush of tears.]