#sam request

Sam loves to do your eyeliner for you on the days when you just don't feel up to it, your full makeup look often takes you a minute to complete. Of course as with everything Sam gets very dedicated to it and so he only does it after he has perfected it, not wanting to ruin your look with imperfect liner. Meaning sometimes it may just take longer in the end than if you did it on your own. You could care less though because as Sam does it, he will have a very soft grasp on your face and or neck the whole time. Softly caressing your skin with his thumb mindlessly in focus. The small action always makes your heart swell.

Plus: after almost 2 weeks of begging and endlessly promising to never show or tell Dean, he lets you do your signature eyeliner look on him. He wouldn't let you do your full regular makeup look on him but you were happy he even agreed to the eyeliner.

“Babe I promise you're gonna look so cool once I'm done” you gush with a small smile on your face. You had a hold on his chin to force his head still. You were currently sat on his lap in your shared room at the bunker, Him being sat on your vanity chair.

“You're lucky i love you baby” he chuckled softly and rubs his hands over your thighs, giving them a small squeeze as continue working on your masterpiece.

Speaking of your shared bedroom in the bunker, with your and Sam's combined wardrobes there was a severe lack of color. The both of you favoring black and darker colors.

You require attention from Sam often even when he is on one of his research deepdives. So Sam doing whatever he can to keep his love happy worked it out that he will do his researching on the couch. That way you can lay out next to him with your head in his lap. He often finds himself playing and fidgeting with your necklaces or ear piercings, facial piercings, etc.

You have a darker sense of humor that tends to come out at inopportune moments on hunts. It never fails to break tension however and get a small laugh out of both the brothers.

Sam isn't all that big on PDA but loves giving you small random shows of affection, his hand rubbing your shoulder, a small squeeze of your hip in passing. His favorite though being small kisses of appreciation, reassurance, etc. though after a small and not entirely compliant of him messing up your makeup when he'd kiss your face and how it took you a long time. He began turning the small kissing habit into kissing your hand, the top of your head, your shoulder, anywhere but your face when you had your full makeup look on.

When you’d tag along on hunts with the boys Sam bought you a small vial necklace that matched all your other jewelry for you to wear and fill with holy water. Just in case you needed it.

The brothers also found out the hard way that when you're fully dressed up in your gothic/alternative look on hunts the three of you are often turned away at churches. You learned to pack a more normal outfit to switch into if it's necessary to step foot in church. You also easily overheat with your all black clothing. Sam started always keeping the AC on in the impala, at least when he's in the driver's seat that is.

Sam finds himself tracing or kissing your anti-possession tattoo that you had gotten alongside them. You don't often go on hunts with them, Sam being far too worried and nervous about your well being. He's concerned you'll get hurt even not out on hunts so he was relieved when you agreed to get the tattoo when they did. He wants nothing more than for you to be safe and happy.

“I will always protect you baby you know that right?” Sam questions softly as his finger traces around your shared tattoo and any others you have.

“I know that sweet boy” you smile fondly at your boyfriend and snuggle closer in his arms.

“I’m going to the bar.” I stood from the booth and walked over to the more vacant side of the bar and sat down, ordering a drink from the bartender. As I sat I watched people come and go, there were a few guys who tried to come and talk to me but I turned them away. Every now and then I would look over at Sam and Dean and drink after drink I could see them finding exactly what they had come looking for tonight, an escape.

But I didn’t want an escape, a night off, sure, but an escape, no. I liked my life, I liked Sam and Dean and I liked helping people, no matter how many times the three of us had been within death’s grasp. It was stressful, which is why we had nights like these.

Although, nights like these usually made me feel worse. Watching Sam go off with someone else made me feel worse. Not caring to drink away my pain, made me feel worse.

I looked over at the table one last time to see Dean chatting up some girl and Sam playing pool, while a group of girls stood by. So I turned back to the empty glass and waited for the point in the night where it was time for me to drive the boys back to the bunker.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” A man asked.

“Not at all.” I said, knowing the there was no one sitting next to me.

“Thank you.” He sat down and got the bartender's attention, so I took his distraction as an opportunity to look at him. I had to admit, he wasn’t unpleasant to the eye.

“So, if you don’t mind my asking, what brings you out tonight?” He asked nervously.

“My friends forced me to come out.”

“You didn’t want to come?”

“No, honestly I just wanted to go to bed.”

“I can feel that.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Almost the same as you.” He pointed over to a table of rowdy men, and they all watched us and laughing. “Sorry. They are an embarrassing bunch, it's why I moved over here.”

“Is it?”

“It just so happened that a beautiful woman was already sitting right where I was headed.” I laughed at his words and turned to looked at a smile on his face.

The thing that I hadn’t noticed was how harshly Sam had been watching me. So I talked to this man, finding that he was actually likeable, which is more than I can say for any of the other men who had approached me. But even though this man was nice company he was nothing compared to Sam, excluding his cowardice.

As I sat and drank with the man, I had become completely distracted and hadn’t noticed Sam making his way over to me.

“Y/N.” He whispered in my ear, I could smell the alcohol on his breath and could tell how drunk he was.

“Sam.” I acknowledged. I had an amused look on my face, as did the man.

“What are you doing all the way over here?” He wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

“I’m having a drink, just like you and Dean.”

“That’s nice, I think I’ll join you.” He walked away and over to where Dean was sitting with some girls, grabbed his drink and then walked back over to us.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered to the man. He just shook his head and we tried to finish our conversation.

Sam was something else when he was drunk. I tried to continue my talk but as time went on Sam became more and more strange. He always had a hand on me and when he wasn't drinking he was interrupting my conversation. And it just got to a point where he was too drunk and clingy to continue on.

“I’m really sorry, I should get him home.” I stood up from the bar.

“Oh, alright.” He said and stood with me.  

“Thanks for the comp—”

“Y/N, I think you are so...amazing.” Sam interrupted.

“It’s time to get you home.”

So I pulled him off his chair and wrapped my arm around him, slowly leading him out of bar. Dean was already outside with some girl, so it was easy to get Sam in the car. And then the three of us headed back to the bunker. When I asked Dean why he didn’t take that girl out he just ignored me, but I blamed it on the alcohol.

The whole time I was driving back to the bunker, Sam wouldn’t leave me alone. He would mess with my hair or his fingers would run up and down my arm. He also talked pretty much the whole time, but a lot of it was nonsense.

We pulled into the garage and Dean automatically went to his room. I tried to help Sam out of the back, but it took some time. He was just so big. But I did manage to get him to his feet, even though I practically had to drag him to his room.

I got him up on the bed and I took off his shoes before I threw the blankets on top of him.

“Y/N?” He asked.

“Yes?” I sat on the edge of the bed beside him.

“I want you to stay with me tonight.” He slurred less than he had earlier.

“You’re drunk Sam.”

“I may be, but I still know what I’m doing.”

“You won’t remember any of this in the morning.”

“Believe me, I couldn’t forget this.” Then he reached up and kissed me. At first I was surprised, but I had dreamed of this moment. Sam had always been everything that I wanted, but ever since I came to live with the boys it’s been me pushing down every feeling that I’ve ever had for Sam.

“Sam, I—”

“I love you.”

“What?”

“I love you.”

“You love me?”

“I have loved you ever since, I met you. And I don’t know why I never told you but I really hated seeing you with that guy.”

“Did you?” He nodded.

“Stay with me tonight because I may not have the courage tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

So he scooted to the other side of the bed and let me rest beside him. We faced towards each other but teetered on the edge of sleep.

“I’m glad we went out tonight.” Sam whispered, his eyes closed.

“Why’s that?” I just stared at him and how handsome he was, at every little aspect I loved about him.

“Because I finally took home the only person I ever wanted to.” He opened his eyes and looked at me.

“You’re a sap when you’re drunk.”

“No, I’m just strangely confident.” He pulled me closer and kissed me harder than before. And god I just loved the feeling of his lips and the way he held me made me feel like I was the most important person in the world.

“You need sleep.” I said pushing him against the pillows and curling up to his side. I rested my head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around me. And then we went to sleep.

But before I could completely pass out, I got Sam’s attention.

“Sam?” I whispered.

“Hmm?” He hummed.

“I love you too.” He smiled and reached down to kiss my forehead, before we both fell asleep.

I think that I may have gotten the best sleep of my life. Sleeping next to Sam was definitely something I could get used to. I woke up before Sam did, figuring that he would try and sleep through his hangover. So I just sat beside him, watching him sleep, and messing with his long hair. And he was so adorable when he did wake up.

“Hi.” He said, stretching his long limbs out and using the moment to wrap me up and move me closer to him.

“Let go of me.” I laughed at him as I tried to get him to loosen his grip on me.

“Never.”

“Well, at least loosen up a bit.”

“Okay.”

“How are you feeling?” I asked.

“Like I may have overdone it on the alcohol last night.”

“I think I agree with you on that one, but I’m glad you did it.”

“I’m glad I did too.” I moved forward to kiss him again, when we were interrupted.

“Hey Sammy, I—” He froze when he saw the two of us in bed together. “I'm gonna go get breakfast...Don't do anything I wouldn't do.”

“That's a small margin.” I whispered and Sam burst out laughing, it was contagious, but Dean didn’t say anything and left.

“How long do you think we have before Dean gets back.” He stooped down and kissed me and I couldn't help but laugh into the kiss.