#losertwink

Contains: Virgin Sam Winchester, Submissive Sam Winchester, Fem reader (she/her pronouns, female anatomy with female terms), Implied season 1/2 Winchester Boys, Hunter! Reader, Sam Winchester's puppy-dog eyes, Alcohol consumption, There was only one bed, occassional overuse of italics, hair-pulling, riding, unprotected sex, and above all, SMUT!

(bolded: possibly triggering to audience/most important to know)

A/N: beta read by my lovely friend midwesternprincess on ao3! also, first time writing the winchester boys, so leave any critiques pleasee! P.S. i have only seen up to season 5 episode 9 so this may affect my characterization of them.

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You feel yourself falling as the air rushes against your back. You land uncomfortably on a rigid mattress plastered with unsightly mustard yellow bedding as you felt tomorrow's aches develop in your lower back already. You let out a sigh as Sam and Dean drop some of their belongings, including a 12-pack of the cheapest beer from the gas station. The carpet was dingy, and the TV stand holding a small CRT next to the case of beer was equally rotted. You didn't know that Motel 6 held the monopoly on them since they were so hard to find anymore.

“I’m definitely going to sleep fantastically tonight after that hunt,” you huff out as you kick your boots off next to the foot of the bed, hearing one thud against the tv stand. The sound of shuffling and leather rubbing against itself drags you to attention as you sit up. Dean is shrugging off his jacket and throwing it into the singular maroon armchair in the corner of the room, landing with one sleeve of the jacket touching the filthy carpet. Sam, however, lays his Carhartt jacket over the arm of the chair.

“Not without a beer first,” Dean smiles, tearing open the cardboard package that was previously on the floor, taking one can out and tossing it to you. You catch it, the chillyness of the can shocking you, but you’re ultimately glad the beer was still cold. As the three of you cracked open your cans, Dean sat on the opposite bed across from you, and Sam decided to sit on the same one as you but keeping his distance. 

“So, sweetheart, was that your first hunt?” the older Winchester asked you as he took a huge swig out of the can nestled in his palm.

You start to shake your head and chuckle “Not even in the slightest, I’ve been hunting for a few years now,” the chill of the can was starting to make your skin sting as the condensation slips between your rough hand and drips onto your jeans, “I started hunting when I was seventeen, after a demon possessed my best friend.” you blink, deciding the Winchesters could know the story, you felt like you could trust them, “I had to shoot her, she didn’t make it.”

The look in both the boys' eyes began to soften. Dean glanced down at his lap and back up at you. Sam gave you the same puppy-dog eyed look he always seemed to have across his face and apologized for your loss. You waved it off and made a joke about college being too expensive to attend and hunting being the better alternative. He nodded knowingly and scratched the back of his neck, going on about how much Stanford would’ve cost him if he didn’t have a full ride.

Suddenly, the crash of an aluminium can on wood punches the air, and your attention turns to Dean as he leans forward, elbows resting against his knees with his hands folded together. You didn't even realize you were only really looking at and talking to Sam.

Well, he does look utterly delicious in those jeans…

You mentally wave away that thought and bring yourself back to reality.

Dean proposes the idea of a little truth spilling, if you will. You see Sam’s head tilt just ever so slightly as he questions him, and you can’t help but draw more connections between him and a dog.

“Well, I just think it would be a fun idea since she went and soured the mood a bit, no offense sweetheart,” Dean adds as he vaguely gestures at you. You roll your eyes and crack a slight smile at his wording.

“Well, I already told you probably one of the most important events in my life, so why don’t you two get to talking, huh?” The smirk tugs at your lips as you take another sip out of the can in your hand. You can see the gears turning in the boys' heads as they think about things to share.

Sam speaks first, “Well, if we want to go eye for an eye with these stories, our mom died when I was a baby.” You can see parts of his face tense as he tells you. Dean gives Sam some kind of look like he didn’t want Sam to tell me that. You don’t blame him; these two seemed like they didn’t share a lot, even between just the two of them. You nodded solemnly at Sam, understanding the two’s pain at losing a loved one.

“I can’t even begin to imagine how hard that was on you guys.” Looking down at your lap, you can’t help but blame yourself for how this post-hunt conversation turned out. This was supposed to be a celebration, getting a little buzzed and chatting like the monsters in the world didn’t exist. Ignoring all of the evil in the world and just feeling. Yet, you destroyed the energy in the room before it even came to life.

Dean clears his throat across from you two, “Wow, Sam, I thought we weren’t bringing the energy down…” You look at him again, and Dean has this odd sort of expression painted across his face.

“Okay, well, let’s talk about something else!” You add quickly, hoping to fix what you ruined. “Before I was hunting, I was living in Kentucky with my family. I had uhh– just applied to school right before everything had happened. I was going to nursing school. I withdrew my admission after my best friend passed.” Your eyes flick between the two boys, “I don’t think it was all that bad, though. I couldn’t afford school, and my parents were bending over backwards to find a way to put me through. I didn’t like all that attention and help. Hunting was sort of a way for me to become independent again, till I ran into you two.” You babbled off in hopes of somehow changing the mood.

The Winchesters just stared at you; this level of openness was almost foreign to them. Despite being independent, you had always been in search of connection. Those two things weren’t opposites, which you could see they failed to fully understand. You could spot the gears turning once again, but what next came out of Dean’s mouth was not something you expected in the slightest.

Well, if we’re trying to get personal, Sam’s a virgin, y’know.

Your eyes quickly dart to Sam as you see his eyes become as big as saucers and the blood quickly rises in his cheeks. Previously in college, and still a virgin? You couldn’t understand it. Sam was tall, attractive, intelligent, and well-built. You found yourself going on in your mind about all of his positive traits.

“Dean! What the hell? That's not exactly personal to you,” the anger laced in Sam’s voice was shocking yet understandable. Being in your early twenties and never having sex is uncommon in this day and age. You felt bad for him, both for what Dean shared clearly being true and for his secret being shared unwillingly.

The two begin to bicker, and you slowly start to tune them out, drinking more and more and more. You felt your skin begin to vibrate slightly, like you had just rubbed your hands across the same texture continuously. You lean back against the headboard and decide that you didn’t exactly have a dog in this fight. ‘Not my circus, not my monkeys’, as your mom used to say. Suddenly, you feel a couple of pairs of eyes on you in your slightly dazed state, and you bring yourself back to the world.

“What are y’all looking at?”

“Are you a lightweight?” the taller asked you gently, his big, beautiful brown eyes this time reminding you of a fawn. His hair rested perfectly against the edges of his forehead, the color of it is exactly something you’d ask a professional for.

“Maybe a little bit,” you admit, giggling slightly as you pull another can out of the cardboard box on the bed.

“Shouldn’t you slow down?” he asks, and you spot a glint of genuine worry in his eyes, you immediately slide the beer can back into the box.

“You’re right. I’m gonna get ready for bed, actually, if y'all don't mind.” You stand and feel the tiny shocks of your drink dancing on your skin, radiating as you walk into the bathroom.

Sam and Dean share a look as Sam grabs the cardboard box and slides it underneath the bed for now.

…

Walking back out of the bathroom, you were hit with a stunning realization. Two beds. Three people. You start doing mental math. There was absolutely no way in hell any of you would get any sleep if Sam and Dean shared a bed; they would just bicker all night long. You absolutely did not want to share a bed with Dean; he seemed like the type to hog the blanket and snore louder than any alarm clock on the market directly into your ear. You didn’t really want to share a bed with Sam because he didn’t seem like the type to be comfortable sharing the bed with a girl, let alone one who now knew he was a virgin. You thought about asking the front desk for an extra room just for yourself, but you only had $20.07 and a $5 McDonalds giftcard to your name.

“Hey guys,” you started, the two boys who seemed to have stopped arguing now moved to look up at you, “So what are our sleeping arrangements?”

You once again see cogs turning in their heads as the two seem to come to the exact same realization you just had. Sam facepalms and Dean laughs.

“I’ll just go sleep in the car,” Dean announces as you see him stand up, Sam quickly pulls him back down to the bed, “and hear you complain all morning about a crick in your neck? I don’t think so. I’ll sleep in the car.” Sam then begins to stand, and Dean pulls him back down. This time, the two begin to argue about who would sleep in the car.

“Guys, I’m willing to share the bed.”

They look at you again, and both of them seem to have similar looks in their eyes, then they look at each other. A smirk appears on Dean's face as he offers to share the bed with you. Sam looks at him and counter-offers offers saying that he will share the bed with you. They begin to bicker again.

Fuck this shit.

“Whatever, you two figure it out. I’m going to bed.” You rub your temples as you turn down the bed, getting nestled between the comforter and the surprisingly soft sheets. You lay on your side, notably away from the bickering boys beside you. 

Trying to enjoy the little comfort the bed provides, you suddenly feel a warm body slide under the covers next to you, the sound of fabrics brushing against each other as the mysterious body dives into the covers. You decide you don’t want to know which of the boys is next to you right now. Part of you hopes it's Sam.

You feel yourself slowly drifting in and out of consciousness, ready for the abyss of slumber to take you away for the next six-ish hours until you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn over and you’re greeted with Sam’s beautiful face about six inches away from yours. You ask him quietly and gently what he needs.

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry about how tonight went. Sometimes this is how Dean and I get after hunts, and we know you’re not usually privy to our arguments, and all you wanted to do was relax, so I’m sorry,” he whispers to you.

“No, it's really okay, Sam. I thought I was the one who had screwed up tonight with all my sad business and shit. I felt like I was the one who ruined it” His eyes widened at what you had said as he began to reassure you that you were definitely not in the wrong, and that suffering and trauma is a fact of life, they just typically didn’t talk about it a lot since they went through a lot of it together. You nodded understandingly.

“I'm also sorry about.. Y’know… what Dean told me…” You add on, still in a bit of a tipsy daze. 

Sam’s face flushes, seemingly also becoming aware of the distance between the two of you as he pulls back slightly. The air underneath the blankets was warm as your bodies weren’t far apart in the queen-sized bed. Sam smelled musky, but in a sweet way, almost like stepping into your favorite coffee shop on a gloomy morning. His breath, however, reeked of the sin that the three of you partook in just an hour ago. You didn’t mind.

“It’s okay to still be a virgin, Sam. I was one until I was eighteen," you added, hoping the factoid about yourself would be a comfort.

“I’m a pre-law college dropout from Stanford who's never had sex, doesn’t that just spell out loser?” he looks down at his hand against the mattress.

This time, the cogs begin to turn in your head for a change. Pondering how to mend this, you get the most devilish idea you have ever conjured. You had enough alcohol in you to make you confident now.

“Sammy— can I call you Sammy? — You know, you could always just change that?” The sultriness in your voice absolutely could not be missed, not by anybody.

You thought it would be impossible, but somehow his face got redder and he began to stutter. You placed your hand over his and tilted your head as you looked at him.

“You know, I think you are quite the handsome guy. To tell you the truth, I have been staring at you in those jeans all day,” you add on, smirking this time. You begin to rub circles on the back of his hand with your fingers.

“I— You don’t mean that, I mean, Thank you — You’re not implying what I think you are, are you?” his eyes darting rapidly everywhere except for your eyes, he was adorable.

“What do you think I’m implying, Sammy?” you repeat, calling him Sammy since he didn’t seem to object, and you try your best to give him your best Fuck me eyes.

He stayed quiet for a second, clearly not wanting to say the words, but with a little reassurance of You can tell me anything you want, Sammy, he said what he had been thinking.

“Are you implying that you want to have sex with me?” 

You grin at him, and move your other hand to brush a tuft of his beautiful locks out of his face, and begin to cup his cheek, “Why, darling, that's exactly what I’m implying.” 

You feel Sam still next to you, his breath caught in his throat as he realizes what’s happening, “Are you sure?” you nod.

His eyes flick around once more, and you can feel the muscles in his hand beneath yours twitch. He wants to touch you, but can’t bring himself to initiate.

“Can I kiss you, Sammy?”

His wide-eyed gaze never faltered as he nodded fervently. You move towards each other and feel your lips connect. His lips felt velvety soft, like finally getting to lie down after a long, physically exhausting day between the fluffiest blankets you own. You felt the fireworks go off inside you as you felt him kiss back, each movement like an angel's grace painting gently across your skin. You kiss him deeper and deeper each time, and he starts to whine quietly into it.

Good God, this boy is going to be the death of you. You move your hand,previously atop his, to behind his ear and entangle your fingers in his beautiful fawn hair, even tugging just ever so slightly. This was the right move, as Sam full-on moans into your mouth. He suddenly pulls back and covers his mouth as he stares at you like he did something wrong.

“Sammy, that was beautiful. Can I make you make more of those sounds?” You ask him kindly yet hungrily, and his head almost falls off at the speed at which he’s nodding. You move back in to kiss him, and you do so as if this was the last time this would ever happen. You tug on his hair more, keeping him as close to you as possible. You felt him shifting and squirming next to you, and you could only assume that he was hard, so you did what any logical person would do and moved to mount him. You broke the kiss as you moved your hands to press his shoulders into the bed as you swung your foot over his body and rested yourself just right beneath his crotch. You looked down between your legs and holy shit. 

You pride yourself on not being too slutty, but not exactly a prude, either. You have had your fair share of sexual encounters with men, but this had to be the biggest cock you had ever seen. It bulged out of his jeans like it was crying to be released from its confines, and it almost looked fake. 

“Sammy, you didn’t tell me you have a monster cock. Now we’re really gonna have some fun,” you whisper so as not to wake Dean in the other bed as Sam whimpered. You adjusted yourself so now you were sitting on top of his bulge, and he gasped from the pressure; you could only assume it felt like heaven.

You leaned back down to kiss him, harder and more desperate than ever before, and you slowly ground your hips atop his. The noises he made into your mouth were only sounds you had heard in porn. You wished you could live in this exact moment forever. You felt his hands wander around your body, finding refuge on your hips, and he squeezed you as if you’d disappear from this moment. Every touch, every squeeze, every little movement felt like it was a gift from God.

You moved away and looked Sam in the eyes, and you couldn't tell where the irises ended and pupils started, they were so blown out. He looked like he had been run through already, and you both still had all of your clothes on. Despite all of the green lights before you, you still wanted to make sure this was something he wanted. Losing your virginity is a big deal, well, only to actual virgins.

“Sammy, do you want to fuck? We can stop right now if you want to, and we don’t have to mention it ever again.” You asked, stilling your movements and giving him a way out right now. A get out of jail free card. 

“Nonononono please don’t stop, I’d die if you stopped right now,” he openly begged you, who knew Sam Winchester would be such a submissive bitch? 

“Sammy, I want to hear you say the words exactly, please?”

He couldn’t look you in the eye, his face was slightly angled away from yours as his eyes seemed to rest on the painting on the wall you hadn’t noticed before, “Yes, I want to have sex with you. Please, don’t stop” he uttered, every word he seemed to get more desperate and embarrassed.

“Good boy Sammy, now, can you help me take these clothes off, hun?” you praise him, and tug at your shirt. The speed at which he scrambles to grab the bottom of it and pull it off your body could be a world record. The top you were wearing was quickly discarded onto the floor as Sam caught sight of your chest. You weren’t exactly the most gifted woman in that department, but you didn’t have small tits, either. The Victoria's Secret leopard patterned push-up bra you had on made you look well-rounded, though, and Sam Winchester couldn’t get enough of it. You never thought he’d be a tits guy. His eyes suddenly peered up at you, and the angle was almost sinister. He looked like he’d do anything you asked of him.

“Can I touch? Please?” he begged you. God, he's already asking for permission? You didn’t even have to instruct him to do so. You nodded, and in the blink of an eye, his hands were on your tits, softly gripping them and following the top edge of the cup of your bra. You wondered if he even knew how to work a bra clasp.

“Sammy, baby, do you think you can take it off me?” you asked, giggling a bit at the idea. You felt his hand snake behind your back and pat across the middle looking for the clasps, and as he found them, he began moving each side of the band around, looking for the answer. You giggled even louder as he struggled, “Do you need help?”. He looked embarrassed, but you reached behind yourself and unclasped it with ease, the front slacking a bit now that the tension keeping it in place was gone. You shrugged the bra off and discarded it, and Sam had the same look on his face that a kid in a candy store would have. He moved back to touch your tits, but more gently as if he was using his actions to ask for permission. You nodded at this, and he began to squeeze the fat. His thumbs passed over your nipples like thumbsticks on a controller, and you shuddered at the sensation. You hadn’t realized how bad you actually needed him to touch you.

“Oh Sammy…” You tried to keep quiet as you moaned out, still fearing that Dean would wake up and hear you two. “We need to get these clothes off now,” you said hungrily. You quickly hopped off his lap and began to discard your jeans, and he too was left in just his boxers after you had finished removing your jeans. “Jeez Sammy, a little excited are we?” he nodded sheepishly at your comment.

You stood up and told him to lie back, and when he did, he noticed what underwear you had on as you had turned around to kick your clothes away. A matching leopard print thong. Now see, you did have a bit more ass than tits, you liked not only to show it, but to wear matching sets. Even if you thought you wouldn’t get any on that day. You heard Sam let out a noise that sounded like his soul had left his body. Turning around quickly, you noticed it took him a second to look you in the face. 

“Too busy looking at my ass, huh?” 

“You are so beautiful.” The comment caught you off guard for a second. Was he being genuine? You did offer yourself as a piece of meat so he could lose his virginity, but then again, you’re the one in control. Did he mean this beyond surface-level lust? Fuck, thoughts for a different time.

“Why, thank you, sweetheart. Now, why don't we get this monster cock of yours out?” He nodded speedily, and you realized just how long you had kept him waiting now. His boxers hit the floor fast, and then you laid your eyes on the prize. Sam’s cock was hard, red, and oozing with pre-cum. It was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. Before you could even ask, he told you he was seven inches.

You quickly slipped out of your thong and joined Sam on the bed, nestled between his legs. “Can I touch you, sweetheart?” you asked gently. He nodded. You move your hand and gingerly wrap it around Sam’s cock. Starting to move your hand up and down, Sam practically bit through his lip, trying not to make noise. Moving your thumb across his tip to grab some of his pre-cum as lubricant, you could’ve sworn you saw him draw blood. “Wow, baby, you sure are sensitive,” you giggled out. 

You begin to jack him off, moving up and down, slowly increasing the pace. The breaths he huffed out seemed to get more and more shallow as the feeling overtook him. “Oh god, that feels so good,” he moaned out as your hand got tighter around him as you moved. You smiled at this.

You realized you wanted to break Sam Winchester.

You leaned down towards the head of his cock and licked the tip gingerly. He practically jumped off the bed at the motion and began to beg you to do it again. You licked his cock more, moving your tongue up and down the sides, tracing veins. Then, as you trailed back up to the tip, you took it into your mouth and sucked. Hard. The moan that came out of Sam’s mouth was broken and beautiful. You grabbed the pillow you had been lying on earlier and hit him in the face with it. He covered his mouth with it but didn't hide the upper part of his face. You began to bob up and down as you slurped him down, Sam’s eyes struggling not to roll back into his head. You had to hold his hips against the bed so he wouldn’t choke you with his utterly huge dick. He moaned into the pillow, and you could only make out small phrases like Please and Fuck. 

His cock tasted like salty skin, like he washed well. It’s nice to know some men out there still wash themselves appropriately. One of your hands found its way to Sam’s balls, and you began to fondle them gently, and that was it for Sam. He was begging into the pillow to cum and trying to fuck up into your mouth. You pulled off of him hurriedly.

“Sammy, you are not going to cum from this. I am going to deepthroat you once and enjoy myself a bit more, and then you can get inside me. But you will not cum in my mouth, or on my face. Do I make myself clear?” you said, sternly. He nodded quickly and seemed to soften his expression.

You lean back down and take Sam’s cock in, this time both hands back on his hips. You go all the way down, feeling your nose hit his trimmed pubes. The smell was intoxicating. The feeling of his tip in your throat was something you never wanted to forget. You wish you could tattoo it somehow, some way. His reaction is nothing short of amazing, as he whimpers out loudly. You feel yourself smile slightly, as much as you can with a dick in your mouth. You pull back and look Sam in his eyes as you stroke him lazily. He was red and already a little sweaty. It was a sight worth putting in a museum.

“Sammy, baby, want me to put your cock in me?” you grinned sinfully as he groaned into the pillow still held against his face. You took that as a yes as you scooted back over Sam’s hips, his rock-hard cock just a few inches beneath your pussy. He tried to rock his hips upwards to catch you, but his tip barely even bumped your outer labia. “Now baby, you gotta wait for me, okay? I am the one fucking you. You will do as I say, got it?” you reprimanded him. He nodded understandingly. 

Suddenly, you feel Sam shuffle under you. “Is something wrong, Sam?” You immediately drop the act, not wanting to make him feel pressured in any way. “It's just… if we're going to have sex, do you need me to use a condom?” he inquired.

You laughed at this, “Oh baby, you are veeery lucky to be having your first time with me because I am on the pill,” you said, finishing your sentence a bit sing-song-ily. “Which means, you don't need to use a condom. I don’t care either way, but if you’d feel more comfortable wearing one, you can, but I wouldn’t be the slightest bit mad if you came inside me.”

Sam’s cock visibly twitched underneath you at that, and you smiled in response. “Is that how you’re choosing to respond, baby?”

“No, that's not how I’m choosing to respond. And I don’t exactly have a condom on me anyway because this seemed far out of the realm of possibility for me, at least today, so I’m not gonna use one.” Sam explains.

“That’s okay, sweetheart, just know you’ll never have it this good ever again.” The smirk on your face tugs at the corners of your lips knowingly as you look Sam in his eyes as you speak. “Now, are you ready for me?”

“Yes, God, fuck yes,” he exclaimed. It was cute how he practically begged for you without even being prompted to.

You looked down at the space between the two of you and grabbed his cock to properly angle it. You started to sink down slowly onto it, finally breaching your opening. You watched Sam’s face as you moved, and you could tell by his struggle that he was using every muscle in his body to avoid bucking his hips up into you.

You finally bottom out on Sam’s cock, and you take a moment to relish the feeling of fullness. It was absolute heaven. The way it curved just perfectly into your g-spot, it was like it was made for you. You groaned at the feeling, beginning to move up and down on Sam. 

“Fuck, baby–oh god you feel so—” He trailed off into a moan as you maintained movement. It was all so perfect. The man you had watched like a hawk all day, admiring his intelligence and his figure throughout the hunt, was finally beneath you and moaning for you. His hands along your hips, fingernails digging into your skin, only added to your pleasure. “You’re such a good boy, Sammy, fuck” you moaned out as you felt the drag of his cock on your walls as you continued to ride him like your life depended on it.

“Sammy, baby, keep telling me how much you enjoy me putting my pretty pussy on your cock” you cooed. He whimpered out at your phrasing. God, this boy is gonna be the death of you.

You didn’t still your movements, hoping to get word salad out of Sam, “Oh fuck— I never thought— aah — that it would feel this good, god please- don’t stop please don’t ever stop!” Sam moaned out, his rough hands tamely moving around your body like he didn't know how to react. This whole situation was straight out of your dreams. Your movements picked up as the coil inside you began to tighten, Sam kept moaning out wantonly, hips slightly bucking every now and again.”

“I think I’m gonna cum” he sobbed out, sweaty and lustful, as you felt his cock twitch inside you. “Already Sammy? We just started hon!” you grinned. 

“I ca n’t–oh god I’m about to cum— fuck” he kept moaning on and on, and suddenly, he screamed.

The sensation of Sam’s load entering you was like silk on skin. He was twitching wildly, his moan breaking and going silent as his eyes were screwed shut. You continued to fuck yourself on his cock as his ropes of cum poured into you, soon enough, the coil of yours building had snapped. The sensation ran through you like a riptide, one after another, beat by beat, all as you squeezed poor Sammy for all he was worth. Your hips twitched with each wave, as you practically screamed his name. As you finally came down, you opened your eyes. You didn't realize they had shut.

Sammy’s skin glistened, and his cheeks were completely flushed, his lips slightly parted as he breathed heavily. His hair was somehow jostled perfectly; he could be a model. You leaned down and kissed him hungrily, realizing you didn’t want this to end. You could never give up his perfect lips and his pretty face.

Pulling away from his lips, you lifted off his used cock. His cum leaked out of you and dripped onto him as you moved. You flopped onto the bed next to him and huffed out as you did so. Suddenly, the hard mattress from when you first arrived was comfortable. You felt Sam’s arm snake behind your head, realizing he was silently asking for cuddles. You happily obliged and moved in closer to his body, snuggling into his side. He was so warm and comforting. His musky scent was replaced with the smell of sex. His hand rubbed your back gently as your head laid on his chest. 

“That was like, the best thing ever,” Sam whispered to you, the smile on his face was obvious in his tone.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” you giggled, placing a hand on his chest.

“I wish it wasn’t the first and only time.”

“It doesn't have to be, Sam”, you could only pray he would be receptive to this. The silence was a bit jarring; you hoped he was just thinking about it.

“Yeah, it doesn’t have to be. See, why don’t you come along with Dean and I for a while? I don’t think he will like it, but I’ll deal with him.” 

You nodded into him and just enjoyed the moment. After all night, you could finally just sit and feel.

Suddenly, you heard a voice you didn’t want to hear. Dean called out in a gruff, sleep-laced voice, “Are you two done yet? I’m trying to get some sleep over here.”

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