A/N: Currently drowning in Saileen feels, so this is the result of that. Enjoy.
Words: 520
Characters: Sam Winchester, Eileen Leahy, Dean Winchester
Warnings: fluff, angst
Unbetaed. All mistakes are my own.
“Come on, Sam,” Eileen urged as she held her hand out to him, a blanket tucked under her other arm. Her brown hair was in a messy bun, her face split by a smile, a yellow sundress dancing around her knees.
Sam grabbed the basket and reached out for her outstretched hand, chuckling as she pulled him through the fields to a tree that provided just the right amount of both shade and sunlight.
Rating: Explicit Word Count: 5760 Archive Warnings N/A Major Tags Season 12 finale Spoilers, Canon Divergent, Smut, Fix It Fic, Emotional Sam, badass Eileen, Feels, Fluff and Smut, Mild Angst, BMol Summary Eileen’s been on the run from the British Men of Letters for weeks. She hasn’t stopped to breathe in at least one, with only one thing on her mind – get to the bunker and find safety.
And make sure Sam and Dean Winchester know they’re in danger too.
That they all are.
She finally gets there only to find the bunker a mess and the possibility that she was too late is too strong to ignore.
Rating: T Word Count: 10,601 Archive Warnings: Major Character Death (Not Main Pairing) Major Tags: End!Verse, Sam Winchester Knows ASL, Mutual Pining Summary: When jumping through universes in an attempt to save his mother, Sam winds up in the End!verse in 2018, four years after Dean’s own visit. Eileen Leahy is the runner for one of the few remaining human settlements who finds him after stepping through the portal.
Sam tries not to let his unresolved feelings for his universe’s Eileen to bleed through, but he can’t help it–End!Eileen has all the same traits that made him fall for his version. Meanwhile, Eileen tries not to fall for a man who will be gone in a week.
Title: Legally Wed Author: @andimeantittosting Rating: M Word Count: 12,300 Archive Warnings: None Major Tags: Historical AU, Regency AU, period-typical ableism, lawyer Sam, marriage of convenience Summary: Regency AU. When Eileen Leahy discovers that her cousin plans to keep control of her fortune, even after she comes of age, she is incensed. Her plan to retain her independence will force her to betray Sam Winchester’s trust, but though he is hurt, Sam is still determined to do the right thing and help her.
Written by @rosemoonweaver Art by @dmsilvisart Rating: Explicit Word Count: 20,774 Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Tags: Canon Divergent, Post Season 12, Eileen Lives, Canon Typical Violence, Case Fic, Magic, Vaginal Sex, First Kiss, Dean/Castiel (side pairing), discussions of past character death Summary: Sam is reeling after Eileen shows up, alive and totally unscathed, at the Winchester’s door. He’d seen her dead with his own two eyes, but apparently that’s just another one in the cruel string of fake-outs, near misses, and actual deaths his life has become these past thirteen years. He should be grateful that she’s alive, and he certainly is, but now he’s faced with the a reality that is somehow even worse. He’s still got feelings for her, and his drive to make sure she doesn’t wind up actually dead this time are putting a damper on whatever chance he thought they could have had at a real relationship. He doesn’t doubt her abilities, but he has no idea if he’s strong enough to make that leap.
Posting February 19th
Dean pulls a silver switchblade from his shirt pocket and flicks it open. He gestures of the creature’s hand, and she stretches it out for him, her eyes still on Sam. She flinches when the blade slides across her skin, but there is no smoke. Dean pockets it and repeats the process with holy water. Still no smoke. No hissing. No issues. Just a slightly wetter looking Eileen.
“See? I’m not a shifter. Or a demon. It’s just me.”
Sam exhales and lowers the gun. “How?”
“How what?”
“How aren’t you dead?” Dean asks.
“I saw your body. I had to make sure. You were – it was a hellhound,” Sam says.
Eileen’s face falls and she drops her arms. “I was on a plane until three days ago. I took a greyhound to Wichita.”
“But I -”
“I wasn’t me,” she says, “maybe you were mistaken – “
“No. It had your face. It was meant to be you. I was supposed to see you.”
“Oh, Sam.” Eileen comes forward, wrapping her arms around him and nuzzling into his chest. Sam lets out a breath and allows his body to relax. His heart is thundering behind his ribs and he’s probably about to start crying, but he lets his free hand slide up and down Eileen’s back. She’s here. She’s real. She’s okay. Thank fuck.
Written by tfw_cas Art by @kuwlshadow Rating: Explicit Word Count: 28,434 Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Major Tags: Sam Winchester/Eileen Leahy, Castiel/Dean Winchester, canon compliant to 12×23, canon episode dialogue, temporary character death, case fic, British Men of Letters, sexual content Summary: Their lives should have been very different, but for Eileen Leahy and Sam Winchester, hunting is all they have ever known. They are thrown together on one case after another, and friendship, and maybe something more, starts to blossom between them.
When tragedy strikes, they are ripped apart – maybe for ever. Can anything be done to save them, or will Eileen be just another in a long list of women that Sam has lost?
Posting February 23rd
“Bacon and eggs. I like to get some meat whenever I can.” Eileen smiled mischievously, and Sam suddenly felt like he couldn’t breathe properly. So, they were back to the flirting again, were they? Well, bring it on.
“I think you’ll be happy with what I give you.” Sam turned away to start making the food, so he didn’t see Eileen’s reaction, but he was pretty certain he heard her giggle.
Sam made omelets with crispy bacon on the side, and after saving some for Dean, Sam served it up for him and Eileen. They sat and ate at the kitchen table, and Sam found himself savouring the domesticity of it all. He could really get used to this – it felt warm and cosy.
“Do you think you might be able to stick around for a while?” Sam tried to come off as nonchalant; like the answer wasn’t important either way.
“I should hit the road, once we know Dean is okay.”
Sam tried – and failed – to cover up the disappointment he felt, and Eileen made a sympathetic face.
“I promise to visit you and Dean when I’m back this way. If a hunt brings me in this direction…” Eileen smiled sweetly, and Sam accepted that he was going to have to just deal with her leaving sooner, rather than later.
“You’d better.” Sam cleared the table, and put the dishes in the sink for later, then turned back to Eileen. “Shall we check on Dean?”
Eileen nodded, and they went back to the dungeon – hopefully for the last time. Dean was sitting up, and stared wide-eyed at them as they came through the door.
“Hey Sam, Eileen. Nice of you to come get me. What the hell am I doing in the dungeon, in handcuffs? And why do I have such a bad headache?”
Written by @pherryt Art by @blue-reveries Rating: E Word Count: 5751 Archive Warnings: None Major Tags: Saileen, Side Destiel, Season 12 finale spoilers, Canon divergent, fix it fic, smut, feelings Summary: Eileen’s been on the run from the British Men of Letters for weeks. She hasn’t stopped to breathe in at least one, with only one thing on her mind – get to the bunker and find safety.
And make sure Sam and Dean Winchester know they’re in danger too.
That they all are.
She finally gets there only to find the bunker a mess and the possibility that she was too late is too strong to ignore.
Posting February 9th
“Eileen? I thought you were dead!” Sam was so surprised that he had forgotten to sign along with his words, something he’d taken to doing nearly the instant they’d met. Good thing she could read lips, Eileen thought. “Oh my god…I can’t believe…I had hoped…you’re alive!”
He stepped around the bed and grabbed her into a tight hug, his hands clutching at the fabric of her t-shirt. He was shaking as he leaned down to envelope her in his arms, burying his face in her hair. Eileen felt his mouth move, but whatever he said was lost. She thought she had the gist of it though when she felt the wetness fall on her cheek, on her neck.
Sam was crying. She returned the hug, running her hands soothingly along his warm, shirtless back, humming something – the vibrations had always been somewhat soothing to her and she hoped it would to him as well – and just waited.
He pulled away finally, his eyes still shining wetly, and he moved his shaking hands to cup her face wonderingly. Happiness and confusion mixed in. “I’m so happy to see you alive–” the words were hard to pick out “but how?”
“It’s a long story, Sam,” she said, signing as she spoke to be certain she was understood. She didn’t know how well she did or didn’t speak. She couldn’t hear herself, but she’d had a few ‘well meaning’ folks tell her she had an odd way of doing so.
The movement of her hands caught his eyes and he watched her hands moving before he looked back at her. He dropped his and shakily tried to sign as he spoke. It wasn’t second nature to him yet, and it was obvious he was struggling. “I’m sorry – I was rude. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be, Sam. I understand. You look exhausted,” Eileen noted.
Sam let out a breath and ran a hand through his hair with a nod. “Yeah, you could say that again. It’s been…a rough couple of days.”
Written by @dr-dean Art by emmatheslayer Rating: Explicit Word Count: 5k Archive Warnings: None Major Tags: ABO, Smut, knotting, Mating, Mating Bites, fluff, happy ending, sign language, Buffy the Vampire Slayer references, Alpha!Sam, Omega!Eileen, Omega!Dean, Alpha!Gabe Summary: Alpha attorney Sam meets Omega Eileen at work. Sam can’t stop thinking about her and Eileen doesn’t even notice him.
Posting February 16th
Monday morning came all too soon. Sam headed downtown to a large high rise office building where his law firm was based.
He got on the elevator to head up, and when the doors closed he was almost overwhelmed by the best scent he ever smelled. It was like every wildflower: lilac, lily, lavender, plus fresh cut grass. It smelled like summer out in a country field. He looked over to see the cutest little omega. She had wavy long brown hair, and barely came up to Sam’s chest.
“Hi, I’m Sam,” he said.
But she didn’t turn to look at him or even acknowledge that he said anything. She just sniffled, wiped her nose with a tissue and continued staring at the display screen where it showed what floor the elevator was on. When the elevator dinged and the door opened she got off and took her alluring scent with her. Sam watched her go and saw her entering an office. A deaf services office.
Huh, Sam thought, maybe she’s deaf and couldn’t hear me? I need to learn some basic sign language.
That day when he had a moment to spare at his desk he looked up some sign language YouTube videos and learned how to say Hi my name is Sam, and You are very pretty. He was sure he could learn more later.
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