#jarpad

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dean had gone inside the gas station, surely scoping out the whole place in desperate search of the pie section in the mini bakery. which left you and sam to pass the time amongst yourselves.

it hadn’t even been a full two minutes until sam cramped himself in the backseat of the impala, practically pouncing on you against the leather seats, which quickly began to grow sticky from the shared sweat. the windows fogged, and baby’s metal frame rocked above the parking lot’s pavement. sam was balls deep inside you, rocking and grinding his hips to sheath his fat cock through your meaty walls.

“g.. god—mm, fuck, sam—” your fingers threaded through the brunette strands on his head, clutching in time with the strong clench your pussy gave him, pulling him into you in both ways. sam moaned against your lips before sealing them with his own, a low grumble vibrating from his adam’s apple as you continued to pull him down by his hair.

the mutual gush between your bodies rang in your ears and coated the seats of dean’s precious car. sam ducked his head until it was snugly tucked into the crook between your neck and shoulder, placing hot, slobbery kisses and sucking bruises on the skin of your collarbones.

sam shuddered as he came inside you, feeling his release begin to travel back to your opening and leak over the leather beneath the two of you. your lips clashed together once more as you rode out your highs, breaking with the quick sound of your mixed saliva, right as the bell to the gas station doors rang again, signaling dean’s return.

⎯⎯͟͟♥︎̼ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐕.ᐟ 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐌, is the type to .. literally never catch an eye and sleep but instead watching you while you rest. he'd not sleep, which is terrifying. sometimes you’ll wake up at 3 AM and he’s just... sitting in the dark corner of the motel room—fully dressed, gaze scanning you from head to toe. again, he has no problem to sneak in your room just to have a view of your body sleeping peacefully on the bed. crazy as fuck if you ask.

⎯⎯͟͟♥︎̼ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐕.ᐟ 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐌, is the type to .. be a total voyeur and won't hide the fact he is, especially around you. he loves to watch you through the crack of the bathroom door or (accidentally) walk in while you're in the shower just to lean against the sink and stare. and when you tell him to get out, he just smiles and says "why? i like the view.. don't you?" like it's the most common thing to do.

⎯⎯͟͟♥︎̼ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐕.ᐟ 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐌, is the type to .. whisper the most unhinged, nasty, mouthful things in your ear at the most innapropiate times: dean's ordering food? he's flirting with you shamelessly, doing research at midnight? he'll sneak around and bluntly bath you with second intended compliments that would have you blushing and cursing him out. he doesn't care, not at all. he just stares at you with the biggest smirk ever and storms away, not saying anything else.

⎯⎯͟͟♥︎̼ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐕.ᐟ 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐌, is the type to .. feel somehow weak and down-fucking-bad for your scent. he's definetly a sniffer, burying his face on your shirts, shoulders, chest and sometimes being a little bit naughty and steal a pair of panties so he can.. you know, get himself off by the smell of your sex.

⎯⎯͟͟♥︎̼ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐕.ᐟ 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐌, is the type to .. be more territorial than ever since he came back. if another hunter even tries to look at you, sam is already standing right behind you—chest puffed up, scary glance going up and down on him and his hand slowly resting on the apple of your hips. honetly poor guy, he doesn't know the power of having a six feet hunter following your every step.

⎯⎯͟͟♥︎̼ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐕.ᐟ 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐌, is the type to .. since he doesn't sleep or doesn't get "tired" the way humans do, he’s basically a full-on machine for anything sex-related. he'll go rounds by rounds ruining the motel's sheets with ropes of cum, moaning your name in such mouthful and dirty tone.

⎯⎯͟͟♥︎̼ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐕.ᐟ 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐌, is the type to .. have no problem to touch you whenever and wherever he wants. a diner booth? impala's backseat? a literal crime scene? if he’s bored and fixated, his hand is going straight down your skirt. he treats dean's car backseats like his personal playground, his hands surely will be under any of your clothes, fingers rubbing their way into your crotch, staring right at the back of dean’s head with those dead browinsh eyes, daring him to turn around, yet he doesn't.