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"Oh hey, Y/n," Dean says with a smile as you bust open his door and stomp inside. "You wanna watch this episode wi--"

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"Dammit, Sammy! Let me in right now or so help me Satan, cause I will play dirty if you do not open this door right NOW!" You scream at the top of your lungs. 

You continue to pound your fist against the wood as you imagine a very confused Sam on the other side.

He opens the door cautiously as you rush inside and slam it shut behind you, locking it just in case.

"How are you able to talk?!" Sam asks, obviously trying to imagine what just happened.

"I kissed Dean!" You shout, still with your aggressive tone. Sam gives you wide eyes and raises his hands.

"You kissed Dean?! You kissed my brother?!" He asks, shocked.

You move in closer to the little Winchester and start to jab at him with your pointer finger.

"That doesn't matter right now. What matters is why you've been acting weird all day and looking at me weird and what you saying all that weird stuff was about!" You state and take a step back so he can respond.

"I--I don't… I don't know what you're talking about," Sam sputters out very unconvincingly. You raise your eyes at him, sending fear into his soul as you take a step closer towards him, backing his body into a corner. "I, uh… I… I.." He tries to speak but can't concentrate as he keeps knocking stuff over trying to squirm away.

He stops for a moment and makes direct eye contact with you. Sam swallows hard as he tries to find the words while you just look up at him, unwavering and not even blinking.

"Speak," you demand.

"I..." Sam takes a deep breath and shuts his eyes. "Today was gonna be the day that I tell you something that I've been wanting to tell you for years now." He opens his eyes and looks at you and your confused expression.

"What?" You ask, trying to keep your hardened tone.

Sam looks down at the ground and starts to fiddle with his fingers, not wanting to admit what was on his mind.

"I was gonna tell you that…" He takes a deep breath once more and looks at you in your eyes, softly and unsure yet honestly. "I love you, Y/n."

"Huh?" You ask, confused on the words that just came out of his mouth.

"I'm in love with you. And I have been for several years now."

"Yeah, right."

"Yeah, I am right. I'm in love with you. I love you."

You look at him with uncertainty and he meets you with a sincere look. He nods yes to your thoughts but you just turn back and laugh.

"Funny, Sam. Real funny," you shrug off. You hear Sam sigh and he reaches out for your hand, turning you back around to face him.

"It's not a joke, Y/n. This morning, I was making a spell to turn a flower into your favorite flower and that's how I got myself hexed."

"Why would you do that?" You raise your eyebrows at him. He chuckles a little but tries to convince.

"I wanted to give you flowers for the date that I was gonna take you on tonight. I wanted to get your favorite flower but it's not in season. I found a spell, did the spell, did it wrong, ruined the date tonight and apparently ruined my chances with you."

"W--wait a second," you speak slowly as if trying to understand a different language, "You like me?"

"Yes, Y/n."

"You sure?"

"Yes, Y/n. I'm sure."

"Huh." 

You look at Sam as you ponder your thoughts, extremely confused of what is happening. Before you could say anything, Sam took your other hand and sat the two of you down as he propped his elbows on his knees.

"You don't believe me," Sam stated almost matter-of-factly.

"Why would you like me?" You ask innocently.

"Because, I just do. I like everything about you Y/n. The way you get scared when you're with me but become fearless when you help others. I love the way you act like a child because trust me when I say, it gets overbearing when you live with two grown ass men, one older than the earth itself." Sam smiles but continues. "I love the way that you notice small and minuscule details. I love the way you call me 'honey,' I love the way you play with my hair and cuddle up to me sometimes which I know you think I hate but the truth is, I only hate it cause I can't hold you like I really want to. You're beautiful, intelligent, kind, amazing, caring, generous, funny as hell."

You start to feel your face get hotter by the second as you feel Sam's thumb graze over the back of your hand and hear the words he says pierce your heart with a cupid's arrow.

"It's taken me a long time to admit that I love you, Y/n and I hate that the day I planned on telling you failed miserably. But just know that I don't hate you. I will listen to you talk for hours upon hours because I love to hear your voice. I love to hear you sing and I don't care what I have to do to make you believe me when I say I love you. You're my bestfriend and the only person who I care about as much as Dean, if not more. And if you don't feel the same way, then that's okay cause I can't hold this in any longer. I just wish that my first kiss with you was cause of some stupid curse."

"Sam," you speak up, eyes meeting his as he watches you, unsure of what's to come. But before you say another word, you take him by his hands and stand him up, pull him down, wrap your arms around him, and make, the hell, out as if your life depended on it.

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"Sam," you breathe out, struggling to get air into your lungs. 

"Yeah?" He questions with a smile and your heart does a flip. 

"I love you too, honey," you admit, lip locking with your little Winchester once more.

BAM!

"What?!" You and Sam shout in sync. 

"Oh crap," you mumble.

"What?" Sam asks, still holding you in his arms.

"Dean."

"Oh crap," Sam repeats as the banging on the door continues.

"What do we do?" You ask, a terrified look in your eyes.

"Um…" Sam starts to speak, "Well, first," he pauses to give you another kiss, "I'm gonna do that." He grins. "And second, I suggest we run like hell." He smiles and you laugh, the rampaging rhino not even phasing the two of you as you start to kiss again.

"Wait!" You shout. "Where are the gloves?!" You ask, looking up at the giant.

"In baby," he responds. 

"You think we take him?" You watch as the wheels turn in his head and a smirk form on his lips.

"Well, one thing is for sure… he ain't getting anywhere near my baby…"

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Let me know what you think and I might just finish some other series! Who knows lmao!