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STORM'S DEEP FUCKING VOICE

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summary: sam is your seating neighbor in class, and he likes to share his snacks with you. word count: 634 pairing: sam winchester x reader

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Usually, you prefer to sit by yourself in your lectures.

Until a six-foot-something guy with floppy brown hair and the prettiest eyes placed his backpack next to yours, flashing a friendly smile whilst pulling his books from his bag.

The lecturer drones on about post-modernism or something that’s equally soul crushing. Your focus is slipping because of the rustling beside you.

You can feel him sneaking glances your way, and you attempt to avoid it by scribbling notes in your notepad. You’re not one to be rude, you can’t help wondering what they want.

But he, for some reason, seems as if he wants to get to know you.

He slides a packet of crispy M&M’s onto your desk. He doesn’t say anything, just pushes it over with two fingers whilst you blink at him.

“You want some?”

You frown, looking down at the bag sitting next to your hand. He crosses his arms, leaning over the desk. His eyes fixated on you. “Thanks.” You say, taking the bag and opening it.

“I’m Sam, by the way,” he whispers, “Sam Winchester.”

“Y/N.” You reply as the lecturer begins drawing on the whiteboard, flicking through the presentation. “Y/N Y/L/N.”

Sam looks at you, a glimmer in his eyes as he offers a warm, quiet smile.

For a while, the class continues like normal… or as normal as it can be, with a very attractive snack hoarding giant sitting next to you. You catch him glancing at your notes, whether he’s trying to figure out if you’re actually paying attention or if you’re doodling in the margins. He figures that it’s the latter.

It’s always the latter.

There’s more rustling — you glance over, and there it is. Another snack.

A pile of Hershey’s Kisses now sits discreetly between your notebooks, like tiny silver wrapped bribes for surviving class.

“You got a whole secret stash in there or something?” You giggle, and he scoffs. “Yeah. You never know when you need a quick sugar fix.” He says as he pops a Kiss into his mouth. “Midterms are brutal.”

“They sure are.” You reply, picking up a Kiss, ripping the foil off and popping it into your mouth too. “Y’know, you’re gonna be the most popular guy in class, handing things out like you’re Oprah.”

Sam laughs a little too loud, causing a couple of students to turn their heads and glare, whilst the lecturer doesn’t even bat an eye.

“Well, I was kind of hoping it’d get me the attention of the girl who always sits by herself,” he says quietly, grabbing another Kiss. Your smile falters a little, caught off guard by how sincere he sounds. You glance at him whilst his head is back down toward his notes, pretending to be nonchalant.

As the lecturer dismisses the class and students start packing up, Sam takes his time, not in any rush. He fiddles with his pen, then glances over. “You know, if you ever want to steal my notes… or more snacks… I’m usually here early.”

You blink, surprised by the offer, and the not-so-hidden invitation hiding in plain sight.

“I might take you up on that.” You speak, a smile tugging at your lips.

Sam shifts his bag onto one shoulder, letting it hang lazily against his side. He runs a hand through his hair, biting back a smile. “Good. I’ll bring reinforcements.”

He fails to hold his smile back this time — and there they are, the deep dimples in his cheeks giving him away completely.

You both head toward the aisle, shoulders almost brushing. He bids you goodbye as you part ways at the door, and you can’t help the way your heart flutters at the thought of your next lecture.