fictional characters are for kissing

SAM WINCHESTER has been your best friend since you two met at a party you were both forced to go to in freshman year at stanford. ever since then, you two were inseparable.

three years later, nothing has changed. you two were practically attached at the hip. you'd moved into a shared apartment in sophomore year, grew a routine, and, as all good friendships do, rumors grew about the two of you.

everyone assumed you two were dating. of course, you two tried your hardest to deflect the rumors, but it just stuck.

he was your best friend! that's all you told people.

that's not what they saw, though.

"you're staring again." micheal, a mutual friend, said as he set his tray down.

your eyes snapped away from sam who was stood across the canteen, talking to friends.

"am not!" you were quick to defend yourself. your eyes, however, moved back to sam.

"uh-huh, you totally are." he rolled his eyes as he started to dig into his food, "you're like a cartoon character, just massive hearts bulging out of your eye sockets."

"shut up." you grumbled, poking into your food as you finally looked away and down to your food.

"no, really. you were smiling too. beaming." micheal continued, waving his fork in the air while he added fuel to the fire, "brighter than a lighthouse, babe."

a flush creeps up your neck because yeah, maybe you were throwing major heart eyes and beaming at sam who wasn't even currently looking at you. you huff as you drop your fork and land your face into your hands.

"you are so far gone." he rolled his eyes.

maybe you were.

maybe, just maybe, you wanted the rumors to be true. but how couldn't you? sam was perfect. he held doors open for you, saved you a seat when you'd be running late to lectures, he'd remember all the little things about you, notice all the things you don't even talk about. how could you not have fallen for sam winchester?

it was ridiculous.

it's worse when sam starts to notice it, though. of course he does. he notices everything about you.

it happens one night when you're both home, some documentary droning on and on in the background about proof of the supernatural. pfft. yeah, right.

you two were sat on the couch, the coffee table a mess of takeout and your textbooks. you'd stopped listening to the documentary a while ago and the textbook on your lap was left ignored while you stared at sam's side profile while his eyes stayed hyper-focused on the tv.

the light of the tv accentuated his features, his nose, his eyes, his strong jawline.

you were sure that nobody's wanted somebody more.

you tried to focus on your textbook, you swear you did, but you just couldn't stop thinking about him. you stared down at it, re-reading the same paragraph over and over, constantly distracted by his presence.

he looks away from the tv every now and then. he frowns when he looks back at you the fifth time to see you still on the same page.

"...you okay?" he asks softly.

your head snaps up from the book.

"what? oh-" you look down at the book, then back up at sam with a sheepish grin, "y-yeah. i'm all good, don't worry. just tired... it was a long day."

sam nods, smiling softly, "you had that quiz in human psychology today, right?"

you nod back.

"i'm sure you did great. you always do." sam spoke, gentle as ever, shooting you that prince charming smile of his. you could only nod again, looking back down at the textbook.

sam eyed the textbook and let out a quiet laugh, "you know, you should probably take a break. it would do you good."

"i'll be fine..." you huff, pushing some hair out of your face. you could only let out a disgruntled sound as sam reached over and closed the book in front of you before reaching for the flask of tea that you'd made an hour ago, thankfully still warm.

he didn't say anything else as he sorted you out. he didn't have to, not as long as it was taking care of you.

you let out another huff as you took the flask from his hands, taking a few sips before he laid back onto the cushions and raised an arm as an invitation. you frown before he explains.

"you're tired. come here."

"i'm fine, sam."

"no you aren't. you look exhausted." he insists.

"no i don't?"

"yes you do. you barely slept last night reviewing for that quiz."

"sam, i'm fine-" you roll your eyes.

"when will you quit being so difficult?"

you let out a sound of offence.

sam chuckles.

"come here. just give it five minutes." sam said, arm still raised.

your heart skipped a beat as you looked at the spot that was meant for you.

this wasn't unusual for you two, honestly. you'd always been comfortable together like this. physical touch wasn't new to you two. long nights talking, movie nights, hugs after harder days. it wasn't weird. so why did it suddenly feel so weird?

sam takes his turn to roll his eyes as he spoke, "come on."

you sigh and you shifted, making yourself comfortable in his arms, relaxing just slightly as you laid your back against his chest.

"see? wasn't so hard." sam's voice rumbled. you could feel his chest vibrate with his voice, "now relax."

"asshole." you grumble, shutting your eyes.

you feel his chest shake with a huff of laughter, "you weren't thinking that when you were staring at me 15 minutes ago."

your eyes snap open as soon as you could imagine that smug smirk on his face.

"what's that supposed to mean?"

you feel sam blow out a laugh through his nostrils. before he hums.

you mock his hum. "what's 'hm' supposed to mean?"

sam chuckles this time, "i don't know."

your eyes narrow as you sit up and look back at him, wearing that shit-eating, boyish, smug grin on that stupidly handsome face.

"you don't know?" you repeat his words.

"i just mean that you stare a lot."

your heart drops. you fake gag.

"get your head out of your ass, winchester. i was just... zoning out. i told you, i was tired." you huff, moving away from his arms now, laying against your own side of the couch.

"yeah? were you tired last week when you stared at me while i was talking to my friends at the canteen?" sam challenges, sitting up, "how tired were you when you kept all eyes on me when i invited you to that basketball game last month?"

your ears were piping hot as sam leaned closer to you, "you must be exhausted."

"shut up!"

sam laughs as you swat and push him back.

"i'm kidding!"

you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, watching the documentary now, anything to focus on except the hammering in your chest and the warmth that overtook your entire face.

you could feel his eyes burning a hole into the side of your head.

"...you know i don't mind though, right?"

you stiffen up.

"don't mind... what?" you press.

"the staring." he said, "from you, at least."

your head whips to him. sam now sports the same pink ear tips as he looks at you, gauging your reaction.

"...what?" you manage.

sam's adams apple bobs as he shakes his head, lips curling into a nervous grin.

"i like it when you do."

he turns back to the tv. it takes you a moment to look away, blinking at the tv as the tension in the room thickened.

it takes a moment for his words to process.

oh.

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