⊱ ۫ ׅ ♱ ⋆ ｡ ࿐ sleeping next to 𝐒𝐀𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 during summer nights.

SAM WINCHESTER who´s become your personal human heater, makes winter nights feel different now—warmer, softer, no longer fighting the cold under thin motel sheets; instead, it´s now replaced by the warmth of his body against yours. of course, sam has never minded the closeness, if anything, he adores it: loves the way you fold into him, melt under his hands, weighing over him with an arm around his middle and legs intertwined.

it´s a sweet yet simple routine he´s grown used to, the quiet comfort he´d spent so long searching for, somehow manifested in cozy cuddles and body warmth. but during the summer? let´s just say that it becomes a bit unbearable.

one night, you’re lying on your back, halfway through your second dream when you feel a heavy weight settle on your side—grounding rather than crushing, but still there. you ignore it at first, not thinking much of it.

but after a few minutes, that weight turns into a slow, creeping warmth that envelops you until your whole body feels like it´s overheating. you force your eyes open, blinking through the haze, and there he is, the culprit: his hair is all over the place, splayed on your pillow while his arm cages your torso, his head nestled into the crook of your neck. you make an attempt of mumbling out his name, voice low and still laced with sleep.

nothing happens.

you clear your throat once more, and you find your hands threading through his hair absentmindedly, “sammy, you´re cooking me alive, move.” though your words come out without any real force behind them.

still, he doesn’t move, and all you get in return is a small, protesting sound to the side of your neck. you try to ease yourself out of his hold, rolling onto your side, but the second you move, he’s next to you again, chest pressed up against your back while his head finds its usual spot on your neck, his 6’4 frame shadowing over you in an instant.

you sigh and scoot farther from him, but it´s useless—he reels you back in, trapping you under his embrace again. when he finally wakes, rubbing his eyes as he slowly adjusts to the darkness, he just stares at you for a hot minute before mumbling, “you run cold.” and then has the audacity to press his forehead to your shoulder like that explains everything, leaving no space between you while you´re seconds away from evaporating into thin air.

and what´s worse is that he believes in it, he thinks it´s sweet reasoning.

“cold? sam i´m literally sweating through the sheets.” you groaned in exasperation, looking down at him with every intention of giving him an earful, but the second your eyes land on him, your voice falters.

he just gives you that look—puppy eyes, bottom lip jutted out in a pout and all. you quickly avert your gaze from him, refusing to fall for his antics because he knew exactly how to get his way, “don’t give me that look, you’ll make me feel bad.”

he smiles, head tilted to the side, “is it working?”

“unfortunately.”

cybella’s thoughts⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡ small small fluff blurb i wrote yesterday when i was dying bc of the freaking heat oh my lord save me from this heat wave please!!!

tagging my sweetest lola <33 @samwspn ty for helping me choose my sammy pics for this!!

Hehehehhe I’ve got you

Perv!Sam Winchester x fem reader head cannons

Summary: Sam just being a perv towards you

Warnings: idk Sam just being a perv

Sam is perv whether he wants to admit it or not. He’s not obvious about it, he’s smart, calculated, and sneaky about it.

When you’re staying at a motel, Sam knows you're exhausted. He uses the excuse that he’s going to take the floor, but then he pulls out one of those thick, fluffy comforters. He pretends it’s for you, but you catch him staring at you sleeping. He likes the way your breathing slows down, the way your chest rises and falls. He’ll quietly get up in the middle of the night, just to watch you for a minute. Sometimes he’ll stand right over you, breathing in your scent, his hand hovering near your face but never touching, just memorizing your features in the moonlight.

If yall need to blend in, Sam will never make you wear something uncomfortable. He finds it incredibly hot when you’re comfortable, like in oversized flannels or soft sweats. But when it’s time to go out, he might pick something for you, like a skirt that shows just a little too much thigh or a dress that hugs your curves in all the right places. He knows you feel confident in it, and that confidence makes him want to push you up against a wall and make you forget where you are.

When they're safe at a motel room after a hunt, Sam will strip down to his boxers and just flop onto his bed. He knows you're probably shy about changing in front of him, but he’s not trying to be a perv about it—he just likes being comfortable. But he’ll watch you. He’ll watch as you take off your clothes, his eyes tracing the curve of your waist, the dip of your collarbone. He’ll admire your body in silence, his mind racing with thoughts of how soft you feel, how you taste.

Sam loves to wake you up with his hands. He’ll start by tracing your jawline with his thumb, then move down to your neck. He’ll kiss your collarbone, then your chest. He’ll work his way down, kissing your stomach, then your inner thighs. He’ll take his time, using his tongue and his hands to drive you wild. He Supernatural. He knows exactly what you need, and he'll give it to you, but he'll make you beg for it first.

Sam is big on sensory deprivation and stimulation. He might blindfold you, or use silk ties to hold your wrists above your head. He’ll use his fingers, his tongue, and his mouth to explore every inch of your body. He’ll use ice cubes, feathers, or feathers. He’ll whisper dirty things in your ear, telling you how good you look, how much he wants you. He’s not shy about expressing his desire for you, and he’ll make sure you feel every bit of it.

After the heat of the moment, Sam is all about aftercare. He’ll hold you close, running his hands through your gross hair, wiping away any sweat or tears. He’ll make sure you're hydrated, and hesubsection. He'll give you a glass of water and ask if you're okay. He'll kiss your forehead and say, "I love you," over and over again. He's not just satisfied with the act; he's satisfied with your connection.

I started watching Supernatural for the first time, and I might only be halfway through season 2 but I’m totally obsessed with it so far!