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Dean who was on the other bed, of course never needed an invitation to sleep.

You yawn, your body slides deeper into the uncomfortable wooden chair. Out of habit your eyes trail over to Sam, checking for the steady rise and fall of his chest.

You smile adoringly at him, it felt good to see him finally catching up on his sleep, he didn't know that you knew, but he had been avoiding sleep because of his reoccurring nightmares.

You sigh, standing up from the chair, ready to catch some z's yourself, pausing when your gaze lands on Sam again, only this time his eyebrows were knitted, and his breathing elevated.

As you begin to move towards him he jerks up out of his sleep, with a loud gasp. You rushed over to his side, your palms cradling his face "hey, hey Sammy I'm here." You turn his head so his eyes could land on you. His gaze was wild with fear, and his breathing hadn't slowed.

"Baby I'm here, your okay. Your safe." You remind him gently. Sam lets out a harsh breath as his eyes squeeze shut, his hand moves to grab your wrist, turning his head so he could press a kiss to it.

"I got you honey." You pull his body into yours. You could feel his slowing heart beat against your chest. Sam's arms wrap around your waist, pulling you completely flush with him.

"Thank you" he whispers, his head in the nape of your neck. Your hand runs though his soft hair soothingly "don't have to thank me baby"

His head lifts, and your eyes catch his, he's assessing you. "Did I wake you?" He asked, a frown playing on his lips. You shook your head, pressing a kiss to his nose. "No, i was just wrapping up some research" you replied.

He nodded, falling back into you. You knew by now not to ask about his dreams anymore, he'd tell you when he was ready.

"Are you okay" you asked. Sam sighed "I don't know… I just- need you right now"

You have him a quick peck on his lips "I'm here, I'm not going anywhere" you promised. Sam kissed your neck, pulling you overtop of him, using you as his own weighted blanket.

"Can you talk to me?" He asked. So you did, you talked about everything and nothing, not forgetting to fill him in on the stupid little argument you and Dean had when he was out on a run that made him chuckle.

Eventually his eyes closed, breathing evened out and his arms loosened around you. He was out cold, no nightmare in sight.

As you slipped into a slumber of your own, you failed to notice Dean wide awake. He watched it all go down, how you took care of his brother like it was the only thing that mattered.

It filled deans heart to know that his baby brother is in good hands, that even if he were to go, you would be there to pick up the pieces, and make him whole again.

Dean smiled to himself as he turned back over in his bed, letting sleep overtake him once again.

You subtly turn in his arms, and he smiles down at you. He takes the hint when you purse your lips, giving you a quick peck before letting his attention wander back to the screen. Inevitably, you want more. 

Innocently, your hands start roaming. He sighs as you caress his chest over his shirt and leans his head into your hands as you gently scratch your nails against the back of his neck. You press a feather light kiss to his skin, just above his collar, and his breath catches, but he keeps watching the screen. You keep kissing random spots on his neck and jaw while one hand grips the firm bulge of his bicep. 

Sam shifts underneath you, easily distracted by the press of your soft lips. With one giant hand, he brushes your hair away from your face before meeting you in a slow, deep kiss that has your heart beat resonating between your legs. He pulls you closer, handling you as if you weigh no more than a ragdoll, his tongue taking immediate ownership of your mouth. The audio from the television fades into the background, lost behind the sound of your joined ragged breaths and the shameless smacking of your lips. 

“Missin’ the movie, baby,” You murmur, pulling away from his now glossy, saliva coated lips. His gaze is locked on you, your lips, then your eyes, pupils blown wide. 

“S’fine,” He mumbles dismissively, leaning in to kiss you again, but you stop him with a soft hand to his lightly stubbled jaw. You turn his face towards the screen. 

“C’mon, you’ve been talking about watching this all week,” You purr. “Don’t let me distract you.” 

But the second you start kissing and gently sucking just below the ramus of his jaw, he wiggles underneath you, breathing shakily. 

“But you are,” He asserts, hand sliding down your back. “Not that I mind-“ 

“I think you should be capable of multi-tasking,” You murmur with a teasing grin, again turning his face away from you and towards the screen. “Keep watching.” 

He rolls his eyes but it’s softened by the covert lift of the corners of his lips. After relaxing against the arm of the couch, hands flexing against where they now loosely hold your hips, he obediently watches the television. Suspenseful music fills the room, but you really couldn’t care less about the plot or the characters, not when it’s much more fun to play with Sam. 

Feeling particularly devious, you move from laying between his legs to fully straddling his lap, putting your body flush against his as you once again enjoy running your lips over the territory of his neck. You feel the stiff outline of his swelling cock through his sweatpants, only your little, soft cotton shorts separating you from it. As you start to create friction on his lap, his fingers dig into your hips. You’re partially lost in the feeling of his hardness pressing so snugly against your beating clit that you don’t immediately notice that once again, he’s abandoned the movie. With an unhinged jaw, he’s watching your hips move between his hands. A moment later, he’s guiding your movements. 

You let your teeth scrape against his pulse point, your palms on his chest catching the way he shudders at the sensation. “Pay attention or I'll stop.” 

“You won’t stop.” He challenges. 

You smile. “Try me.” 

He holds eye contact with you for a few seconds as if debating arguing further. Before his eyes slide beyond you, back to whatever is happening on screen, he calls you a brat under his breath. You reward him by continuing to rub yourself up and down the obvious shape of his erection, feeling your wetness dampen the thin material between your legs. Besides the occasional twitch and lift of his hips to meet your movements, he watches the movie with a tight jaw and an almost blank stare. But you can tell by the color rising on his cheeks and his breathing that you’re getting to him. 

You give up grinding your pussy along his length to grip him through his sweatpants with one hand. His head rolls to the side in response, attention unwillingly pulled away from whatever cinematic action is unfolding in front of him in favor of the feeling of you rubbing him. 

“You really love making this hard for me,” He mumbles through shallow breaths. 

“No,” You muse. “I love making you hard for me.”

“You sure you don’t want me to pause it?” He asks, eyes darting toward your mouth quickly as you sloppily lick the palm of your hand. 

“Just keep watching.” You say plainly, as if you aren’t sliding your hands into his sweats to hold his hardness. He huffs the instant your hand wraps around him, hips driving forward slightly to thrust into your waiting fist. “We’re almost to the end, right?”

“Not even halfway,” He says around a gasp, as your thumb dips into the generous amount of precum oozing from his tip, spreading it around his throbbing cockhead. 

“Then this is gonna be a long movie for you, baby.” 

You tug at his cock slowly. Frustration is practically radiating off of him but he keeps his eyes glued to the screen, though his expression is a dead give away that he’s only thinking about the torture you’re putting him through. You smile to yourself as you have fun with him, massaging his cock too slowly to encourage his peak but enough to have his breath catching and his heart racing, his hips occasionally twitching against the urge to start fucking your hand at his own pace. 

Minutes pass and his cock continues to leak as you play with him. 

“Feel how wet you make me, baby.” You pull your damp shorts aside, then take his paw of a hand and guide it between your legs. Sam releases a shaky breath as you let his fingers brush your molten heat. You freely whine, using his hand to touch yourself while he maintains concentration on the television. 

“Holy shit,” He groans under his breath, his fingers easily finding their way to your pulsing clit. “You’re fuckin’ soaked,” He turns his head to meet your eyes. “Let me take of care you, honey.” 

You’re momentarily disoriented by the stroke of his skilled fingers, your hand pausing on his length as you let yourself get lost in the feeling. 

“Y’clearly need my attention.” He murmurs. 

“Mhm,” You lick your lips, surging forward to meet him in a sloppy kiss. He responds enthusiastically, wrapping his thick arms around your waist, practically crushing you against the solid wall of his chest. He keeps playing with your pussy, the slip of his fingers in your wetness competing with the sounds from the movie. 

He takes your hand and brings it back to his throbbing cock, and you respond by grasping him automatically. 

“Wait-“ You gasp as your thighs begin to tremble from the intensity of the pleasure sparking from your core. “You’re supposed to be watching.” 

“I’d rather do this,” He says into your neck. “Dont act like you don’t want me to make you cum.” 

You really can’t wait anymore. Fuck the stupid movie.

“Fine-“ You concede, grasping the roots of his hair in both hands as you begin to move your hips frantically against the firm press of his fingers, his stiff cock forgotten between your bodies. “Then you keep watching-“ 

It sounds like some pretty epic action is unfolding on the screen, but you’re effectively deaf from the rushing of blood in your ears as your orgasm builds and builds. Matching the motion of his hand, you grind down, chasing the friction that you so ruthlessly had been denying him. 

“That’s my pretty girl,” He praises in a low, breathless voice. “Fucking love your sloppy little pussy. Love that you’re always fuckin’ soaked for me.” 

You cry out weakly, tugging at his shaggy strands carelessly as your back arches, pushing your hardened nipples into his chest. 

“Love that you can’t even watch a movie without reaching for my cock.” He presses his forehead against your temple, panting. “And fuckin’ love when you try to boss me around.” 

“You’re always-fuck! Always such a good listener, Sammy.” You whimper, using your harsh grip on his hair to bring his mouth back to yours. 

Your orgasm explodes suddenly, your body tightening and convulsing with the overwhelming force of it. He holds you tighter as you wiggle in his arms, crying into the kiss, until the heat stoked between your legs dampens enough for you to regain control of your body. 

“You’re missing-“ 

He cuts you off with another searing kiss, grasping his cock and rubbing the dripping head up and down your throbbing seam. You forget the game you were playing and forget that he’s not watching the film anymore, completely losing your train of thought as he begins to stuff his cock inside of you. You gasp at the stretch, tightening your grip on the roots of his hair until he hisses, sharply snapping his hips upwards, fully impaling you on his full length. You swear you can feel him nestled inside you guts, unable to even take a full breath with him filling you so fully. 

“Don’t care about a fuckin’ movie,” He grunts into your ear, his darkened eyes holding your heavily lidded gaze. “How the fuck am I supposed to focus on anything when you’re actin’ like such a desperate little slut for my cock, hm, honey?” 

“Sam-“ You moan, tightening your arms around his neck as he roughly thrusts into you, using his hold on the plush globes of your ass to manipulate your body to meet his movements. 

“Always got this cock on your mind, is that it, baby?” 

He fucks you, staring deeply into your eyes. It’s the opposite of what you intended. Of course, you always wanted this to be the outcome of the night, but you hadn’t wanted him to miss out on whatever’s happening on screen, even if you personally couldn’t care less about whatever the main characters name is. 

He comes fairly quickly, with all the teasing he’d endured, spilling into your pussy as you grind down onto him. With his cock still buried deep inside of you, he circles your clit with his thumb until you’re gushing around him again, crying weakly and gasping for air as your pussy uncontrollably flutters. 

You collapse forward onto his chest, ignoring the mess of liquids spilling between where you’re still connected.  

Suddenly, the light in the room is gone and you realize the credits of the movie are playing, the screen dark. 

“Oh shit.” You blurt. “We missed it.” 

“There’s this thing called rewind.” Sam says with a smile, hand rubbing up and down your back. 

and fuck if your soft little reassurances, those shh, it’s okay, Sam, just breathe, i’m right heres don’t get him hard. they always have, even when he knew it was wrong to get boners in the middle of libraries when you’d be there, whispering so sweetly for him to relax after getting overwhelmed by the inordinate amount of research he had to sift through.

only this time he wouldn’t exactly hide his bulge in his hands or with a book. instead, Sam whined, no longer scared of his own dream, pressing his giant frame into yours, and that thing poking your hip? it wasn’t his belt buckle.

he’d sigh, so dramatic, and whine your name, which sent heat straight down low in your stomach. your breath hitching spurred him further, and his hands squeezed your waist as they explored your torso.

he never really let his hands wander too far- always too afraid of putting you off, scaring you away.

but you wanted this. connection. he could smell it on you. you let out a soft moan when he cupped your breast and squeezed it, your legs entangling with his, already equally restless and needy under the comforter.

his lips followed the path his hand carved, kissing your skin, his shuddering breath fanning across to give you goosebumps. when you whispered his name in that way.. he couldn’t hold back any longer.

Sam began tugging your shirt off with trembling hands, still sensitive to your reactions just in case. his hazel eyes looked for yours, but they didn’t meet. you were looking away. more specifically, at Dean’s sleeping form on the other bed. Sam could sense your unease and worry, so he backed off with a sad little sigh, collapsing back against you, burying his face in your neck once more. you’re right, it’s probably not a good idea to fool around with his brother right there.

but you frowned. stopping isn’t what you wanted. before he could sulk too much, you lifted Sam’s chin up before capturing his lips in a kiss.

he reciprocated, his hand finding your waist again, his lips parting against yours. you pulled back too soon, so he leaned in to chase your mouth, only to feel your hand grab his jaw.

“do you think you’re okay?” you asked. in reference to his nightmare, of course. he needed to be in the right headspace for.. this. this shouldn’t be an impulsive distraction. a second passed, just one, before he nodded.

“now i am. i promise. you made it better. please…” he adjusted, shifting to be halfway on top of you to kiss you again. you didn’t pull back, kissing him just as sloppy and desperate.

his breath caught when he felt your leg hike up over his hip, and he didn’t hesitate to press closer. he let out a soft groan into your mouth as he pushed himself flush against you, pressing his erection against your crotch. not yet grinding, just a small search for friction and relief. and he was already gone.

you smiled after pulling away from his lips. “so, i made it better?”

Sam just grinned against your chin, exhaling with a trace of laughter. “you always do.”

“do i?” you kissed his forehead. he couldn’t answer verbally. instead, he nodded, finding his place in your neck again. then, just barely, his shoulders and chest began to shake lightly. quick breaths against your skin. he was giggling, tucking his face against you to muffle the sound.

you stole a glance across the room again, just to check. just to be sure. nothing. only then did you allow yourself to exhale, leering alongside him. “what’s so funny?”

“i don’t know.”

it simply made you laugh harder. you smacked your hand over your mouth, encouraging the fit of giggles. you leaned into him in return, pressing your body flush against his. you felt him again. it. he did too, and his hand squeezed your waist, his amusement dying down. the hand over your mouth moved and slipped into his hair. he blinked.

“i’m sorry, i don’t mean to wake you up and rope you into my… stupid… stuff.”

“don’t. you sound silly.”

you didn’t wait for a response before leaning in again, finding home in his lips against yours. and Sam, for all that low self esteem, couldn’t deny himself this. you. you hadn’t moved from your place, your leg still secured around his hip. his tongue parted your lips and delved into your mouth to find yours. your moan vibrated against his lips and inspired him on. he smiled again, but nothing was exactly funny anymore. more curious.

he moved his hips again, grinding into you, just an inch. not a full roll of his hips. enough to make him shudder. you pulled your hand out of his hair, smoothing it down his back, over his hip, until finally you cautiously, curiously brushed your fingers over his bulge.

he broke away from your mouth with a gasp, one that should’ve been muffled. Sam immediately realized his error and turned his head to hide against your shoulder. you could see the corner of his bashful smile.

another quick glance confirmed your inconspicuousness. you rubbed his bulge, your palm flat against his cock, your smile mischievous. and Sam’s mouth opened wide as he exhaled, his breath seeping into your sleeve. he pushed his hips forward into your hand, encouraging more friction.

“that feels good,” he confessed breathily, grinning. you found a slow rhythm, rubbing his bulge as he grinded into your hand, rutting his hips and panting like a dog in heat. your leg squeezed around his hip, your cunt clenching around nothing at just hearing his little desperate breaths and mewls.

his hand found your ass to grip, as if he knew of your gripes with the absence of stimulation yourself. your breath stuttered, coming in short as he squeezed the fat of your ass with a passion you hadn’t met before.

Sam’s hand trailed lower, slipping between your legs, following the curve of your ass into the dip of your cunt. there, his fingers met two layers of fabric. your skimpy little sleep shorts, and your panties. he didn’t hesitate to slip his hand past one of the gaping leg holes of your shorts, and he dragged his fingers over the damp fabric of your underwear. it drew a whimper from you, which made his hips buck forward again into your hand.

your eyes fluttered open, searching for his when you felt his head move away from your shoulder. meeting gazes, your blush deepened, and you both stifled laughter. your eyes flicked down to his bulge, then his big hand stroking across your clothed slit with aching slowness. it made you lose your breath again.

you pulled the waistband of his flannel pajamas down over his boxers, and his hips squirmed under you. there was a small wet patch as the top of the expanse of his print, his own arousal mirroring yours. you smiled wider and peeled away his boxers, eyes widening at the slow unveiling of his cock.

Sam whimpered, his fingers pressed firmly against your clit over your panties, unmoving. right now all he could focus on is your touch. and your judgement. his chest heaved and he pulled his hand away from your cunt, moving it back to your hip to squeeze out of sheer anticipation and impatience. his other arm, around your back? it pulled you closer.

his coy smile returned and he looked down at your hand undressing him. “i’m nervous…”

your smile remained, your heart melting. “that’s okay. i am too…” you kissed his forehead again, eliciting another faint giggle from him. one you returned.

you waited a moment. a small one to regroup. you each needed it. only when he exhaled and ran his thumb across your hip did you resume. after pushing his underwear down, you smoothed your hand down his cock, your palm flat against his twitching shaft: a slow, descending motion.

Sam groaned, the precious sound feathering out into a whine. your soft skin against him, finally. it made him choke on air as you granted him this ounce of relief.

he thrusted forward into your hand, clutching your shirt with one hand and fisting the fabric of your panties with the other. you swallowed, and moved your shaky hand back up to gently wrap around him.

his cock was heavy. so big and desperate. you brushed your thumb across the slit of his tip, smearing his precum around his head, and Sam could only moan into your shoulder, giving another weak thrust forward.

your smile remained, and you pushed your fist down, giving him one unhurried stroke. then, back up to elicit another whimper from him.

it was heaven for him. Sam had to remind himself to breathe. so when you picked up the pace and began stroking him in a tantalizing, leisurely pace? Sam’s chest shook again with labored, bated breathing. he pressed closer again, nuzzling your neck as he moved his hips in sync with your hand, fucking your fist desperately, pathetically.

he moaned against your skin, his jaw tense yet slackened, his eyes squeezed shut. his palm splayed flat against your back, holding you firm against him as his other hand grasped your ass again.

he whispered your name between strokes, whining as the tip of his cock brushed between the two of you. it was all too much, so not even a minute passed before his hips began to stutter as he started to buck into your hand erratically. he knew if you kept on like this, things would end very soon. embarrassingly soon.

he reached down and wrapped his hand around yours to slow you to a stop, not without bitterness. he strained into your neck, his hips twitching on their own, and he let out a defeated sigh. he let go of your hand and took just a moment to cool off, finally reemerging from your neck. he was flushed and a thin sheen of sweat covered his forehead as he panted, looking up at you desperately.

“it feels so good…” he confessed. “too good. i can’t keep up. let me..” he moved his hand back between your thighs, his fingers finding their place on your covered slit.

you gasped softly, rocking your hips against his fingers. the relief was instant and addictive. your hand squeezed his cock, pulling another whimper from him. Sam’s brows knitted up desperately as he looked up at you, his lips parted as he breathed heavily, his chest pounding. he whined something reminiscent of your name before the sound was cut short by your kiss.

your tongue pushed into his mouth and you stroked his cock again, slowly and prudently. Sam moaned into your mouth as he fucked your hand again, needy and wanton, rubbing your clit through your panties.

and when he moved his trembling hand to shove inside your underwear, you couldn’t help the startled gasp that left you as his fingers came into full contact with your pussy. he groaned against your chin, brushing his fingers along your glistening slit, swiping roughly at your clit.

“does that feel good?”

you nodded immediately. “fuck. yes, Sam…”

your other hand fisted in his hair, causing his breath to hitch again, his cock leaking more precum. you lifted your leg higher against his hip, opening for him. you voice was soft, a small don’t stop Sam. he could only say yes.

he was getting close again. and fuck there was nothing more he wanted than to cum with you. he clenched his teeth and sped up his pace, his fingers relentless on your clit. you couldn’t help but moan and smush your mouth against his shoulder. your whispered words of encouragement and praise went straight to his cock. he smiled that toothy grin briefly as he nodded, his other hand on your back still caging you against him.

your little moans and whimpers were the softest things his ears heard. the precious sounds made his hips stutter, adopting an irregular pace once again. he whined, having to force himself to open his eyes as they kept falling shut.

“please…” he begged. “i want us to do it together.”

it made you shudder, your eyes squeezing shut, determined to focus on the feeling. his skillful fingers pulled more moans and whimpers from you. but the addition of his lips brushing kisses along your neck caught you off guard. you squeezed his cock again and his fingers pressed harder against you.

Sam came first, his breathy groan vibrating against your chest as he nuzzled your tits, mindful of his volume. his cock spilled heavy spurts of cum, ruining both your shirts and the bedsheets. you grinded against his hand when he faltered, and not long after, he found his pace again, panting into your skin. he bit the flesh of your breast, and you couldn’t stop yourself. didn’t want to. with a gasp, you came from just his fingers, your thighs trembling, clenching around nothing.

he didn’t stop. his fingers massaged your desperate cunt as you simmered down from the euphoria. he groaned when he dipped into your folds, smearing the wetness around, feeling how soft you are. he needed to be inside you.

Sam kisses your neck again, faint traces of his lips until he reached your chin. he nipped your bottom lip, hesitantly moving his hand up to your hip again. his breathing matched yours, each of your faces entirely flushed.

he snaked his arms around your middle, needing the closeness. he nudged his knee between your legs, burying his face in your chest once more. you felt his hips shifting against yours, and you both groaned at the sudden contact. the top of his shaft, where the big vein ran along, pressed against your slit. you exhaled sharply and shifted your own hips just to feel him against you.

he let out a soft gasp at the pressure, then smiled, giggling.

“should have spooky dreams more often.”

you rolled your eyes, taking the matter seriously. “don’t wish that, you’ll regret it.”

Sam sighed contentedly and let his eyes fall shut, his arms like steel bands around you. “you always make it better.”

you huffed out a soft laugh, your hand slipping into his hair. “night, Sammy.”

“mm. night..”

Now here you are attempting to get Sam back to the motel without him and the concrete becoming acquaintances, it sounds easier than it is, seeing as he's 6'4 and two hundred pounds of pure muscle and denim, and apparently very sappy.

“Come on Sammy, work with us here" you groaned, trying to hold him steady. "what?! M'doin my best" he argued back, though he was absolutely not doing his best.

"Dean" you groaned. Dean laughed "Alright I got him" he pulls Sam by the sleeve of his Carhartt, taking the weight off of you. "Thank you" you muttered.

You fix your crumpled shirt, and glance over at Sam, he's smiling at you. Your lips curl up in amusement at his dopey smile.

"Aw look at him" Dean teases "he's got the starry eyes" he continues his steady stride as if Sam isn't completely relying on him for stability.

Sam snorts "I'm not 'starry eyed' Dean. I just… love you guys" he says

You and Dean share shocked glances, extremely caught off guard by Sam's sudden admission. Dean pats Sam on his back "yeah he's out of it" he mutters failing to hide how good it felt to hear those words from his brother.

A familiar flutter settled deep within you, one only caused by the drunken man, you smiled up at him "we love you too Sammy" you tell him, lifting his arm to wrap around your shoulder. He absentmindedly tugs you closer.

"Y'guys are the most importantly people in m'life" Sam continues, trying to keep his legs from giving out beneath him.

It's been about six years since you joined the brothers, most of that time you spent crushing on the younger Winchester so hearing those words from him made something light stir within you.

"alright big guy, don't say anything you're gonna regret in the morning" he says as if Sam's words hadn't made his night.

You smile at the small interaction while trying to hold Sam steady, sam sighs dramatically "no you don't get it, like you guys are so-" he looks at you his face blanks as if something occurred to him. He takes a breath "gosh you're beautiful." He says.

The sudden complement takes you off gaurd "I-" you laugh "thank you, sammy. You're beautiful too."

he trips over a crack in the ground and falls, bringing you down with him, somehow still sober enough to semi break your fall before you hit the ground.

He groaned in pain, and you gasped after the short lived shock wore off, rolling him over to face towards you. You looked over him for any injuries, meanwhile Dean had broken out laughing "oh classic!” He claps “that was classic, Sammy"

You stood up, dusting off your knees. You hit Dean "stop laughing, this is your fault. Help me get him up!" You demanded.

Sam watched you, pouting at his brother’s laughter. You and Dean pulled him up off of the ground. But he moves away from Dean, and leans completely into you.

Dean gives him a betrayed kind of look and you shake your head in amusement. "And she takes care f'me."

Dean stops in front of you and Sam "so what are you saying you like her more than me?" Dean teases, but Sam in this state can't really tell.

"What?!" He says " no, I just love how nice she is, and that I can always talk to her. Oh and that she doesn't leave us." He trailed off "You won't leave right?" He suddenly asks you.

You smile "not if I can help it"

Sam nods, pleased by your answer "She keeps us together, and makes sure we're healthy. Makes us take a break when where driving ourselves crazy" he continues.

Dean raises an eyebrow "wow Sammy, tell us how you really feel"

Sam scoffs "I am Dean, are you listening? Oh! Maybe I'm too high up for him to hear, should I lean down?" Sam asks you, you laugh out loud "you should absolutely lean down"

Dean groans in irritation as the three of you approach their room. You unlocked the door, opening it wide enough to let Sam stumble in, behind him a very amused and ecstatic Dean.

Sam flops down on the bed, a complete, uncoordinated mess of a man.

You rolled your eyes lovingly, "dean watch Sam, I'm gonna get some meds from my room. Don't let him break a bone or anything" you point at the oldest Winchester warningly.

He holds up his hands defensively "hey I am a great caretaker"

Sam lifts his head up "you're leaving?" He asks, quieter than usual. You can hear the disappointment in his voice and it almost shatters your heart "just for a moment, I need to get you meds so you don't wake up with a kick drum pounding in your head"

Sam pouts, eyebrows knitting together like it's paining him. You sigh, closing the door "okay, I'll get it later. But at least drink some water."

Sam sighs "no, I just want you two to sit here with me. We never get to do that anymore… just hang out." He turns over onto his back.

You raise your eyebrows, glancing at Dean who gave you a shrug. "Yeah. Okay we can just sit and hang out then." You move towards the bed, taking a seat beside Sam.

You gasp when he catches you by surprise, putting his head in your lap.

"Y'guys are the most importantly people in m'life" Sam repeats, his eyes staring right up at you.

You look over to Dean who has a light in his eyes that you haven't seen in a long time, he smiles, patting Sam's leg lightly "remind me to never encourage him to over drink again" he says as if Sam's words hadn't made his night.

You smile at the small interaction while trying not to look him in the eye, sam sighs dramatically "you're beautiful." He says, staring at you, from an angle you were sure wasn't as appealing as he made it seem.

Your face heats "you said that already."

Sam rolls his eyes, dismissing what you said. "and I love when you laugh, makes my whole day. Or when you finally figure out something after hours of research, y'get so excited."

His words make your brain falter, these new admissions were coming hard and hitting you like punches. The possibility of you meaning more to Sam than just a friend.

"I'm starting to feel a little left out here" Dean says from his chair, his arms folded over his chest, but you didn't miss the fond look he wore.

Sam shook his head tiredly, his eyes drooping slightly, showing clear signs of exhaustion. "You're my brother Dean, we fight, we hide stuff, but in the end it doesn't matter. It's just what we do. But I couldn't do this without you. Hunting I mean. Need you by my side, no matter what." Sam's voice trails off, as sleep envelopes him slowly.

Your heart clenched, you looked at Dean, there were tears in his eyes as he peered down at his little brother, the one he raised damn near all alone. His eyes met yours, and his body stiffened, he cleared his throat as he stood from his chair, excusing himself to the bathroom.

You smiled faintly as the bathroom door shut. Looking back down at Sam, now completely asleep, you resisted the urge to pull him tight into your arms.

Because underneath all of that hardened exterior, behind the brick walls he had built up, he was still only a man, only a human. Despite all that has happened to him, all he was destined to be, he still remained soft and allowed himself to feel. For you, for Dean, and everyone else he's lost.

You wiped away tears that traveled down the slopes of your face before they fell onto his, not wanting to interrupt his peaceful, vodka induced slumber.

You leaned down and kissed his forehead gently. "Goodnight Sammy"