#sam spn

✶⋆.˚⁀➴ fake texts with sam winchester ! — older!sam (or regular!sam) is teaching you some hunting [requested]

✶⋆.˚⁀➴ fake texts with sam winchester ! — sam is out on a grocery run and you text him after a while

゛TAGLIST ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ — ; @gilmrres @userhotd @heart-of-alex @dontlistentodaisy @ladyinthebloodychamber @vlarrtrgryn @sams-carhartt-jacket @deadbeatpup

warnings: smut, fighting, 18+, nsfw

note: part two of a two part series

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“I upset you once and you decide to sleep with my brother?!”

“Sam, it’s not like that—“

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“Surely he’s not upset, right? I mean, he probably got a little action with the chick coming back this late,” Dean laughs, trying to reassure himself that his younger brother wouldn’t be too upset with the situation that he had just walked in on.

You stand next to Dean, a flood of emotions sloshing through you all at once. You only realized what you had truly done after Sam abruptly slammed the door shut. You felt guilty and ashamed, but at the same time, was it really that bad? Sam just got back from a date with a woman he was obviously interested in. So why did he care and why did you care? Satisfaction slowly fought with the guilt and embarrassment of the situation.

“I mean, he was on a date. Sam and I aren’t anything. You both know that,” you say in reassurance to Dean. Was it really an issue?

“Fuck. I’m so stupid,” Dean mutters, his fingers now pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

A pit forms in your stomach at Dean’s words. Did he really regret what he had done or was it his guilty conscience of his younger brother clouding his mind.

“I’m gonna go check on Sam,” you say, motioning to the door. “This was a mistake.”

Dean’s head whips toward you at your choice of words.

“You think this was a mistake?” A look of confusion on his face now. “A mistake? Seriously?” You look at him in silence as the frustration continues to build up.

“Dean,” you whisper, voice shaky. Things are really fucked up now and it’s your fault.

“No. I see the way you look at me. The way you dress, the way you act, the way you talk to me. Then something finally happens and now it’s a mistake? You were so about it,” Dean’s voice was raising the more he spoke.

“It was a mistake, Dean, and you know it,” you say before slipping out of the door to find Sam, leaving Dean to sulk in his frustration. God, what’re you doing?

You shut the door behind you, your eyes scanning the area outside of the motel for Sam. Your heart is racing and the cool air is stinging your throat. Your eyes land on Sam leaned against the Impala, his head down. He’s looking at the ground, not moving an inch. He’s just still like a statue. You decide to make your way toward him, your legs feeling heavy as you move them.

“Sam,” is all that you can say.

“I thought I told you not to talk to me,” he says, his voice shaky yet stern.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, not knowing what else to say. Why are you apologizing? He’s the one that went on a date with another woman. Matter of fact, you two aren’t anything at all. You’re friends. Hunting partners.

“You’re sorry?” Sam laughs, finally breaking eye contact with the ground to look up at you. “Really? Is that all you are?” Ouch. The way he said the last sentence hurt. Anger starts to build up inside of you again, the alcohol adding to the fire.

“Excuse me?” Now you laugh, tears coming to your eyes. “Why are you so upset?” You’re full of anger at this point. He doesn’t get the right to be pissed at you.

“Why am I upset?” He yells, voice deep. His fist makes contact with the hood of the Impala. You jump at his actions. He’s never showed his anger like this. “Why the hell do you think I’m upset? I just walked in on my brother and you practically fucking.” His eyes are so full of anger now.

“Why the hell are you so upset about it, Sam? You act like we’re together—like we’re something. We’re not. You were on a date with Sarah, for fucks sake,” you yell back, the anger reaching your hands and causing them to shake.

“It was for the case and you know that,” Sam says, voice now deep and low.

“Okay, Sam. I seen the way you two looked at each other. You were so eager to see her again. It’s been hours since your date began,” you continue to yell.

Sam’s jaw is clenched hard. “It was for the case. I got the provenances and more information about the families tied to it. You think I hooked up with her? I’m not Dean,” he says.

“Whatever. It’s a quarter past one and you’re telling me you didn’t go back to her house—sweet talk her? Maybe take her to bed? Please,” you scoff. “You had your fun and I had mine. I’m done arguing with you over this stupid shit.”

“I didn’t! You, on the other hand, took the perfect opportunity to just crawl all over Dean. I should’ve known,” he yells, turning to face away from you. His back is to you.

“So what? I can do what I want. You’re just so fucked up about this, aren’t you? Why, Sam? Tell me why,” you yell. For once in this argument, he’s quiet. You wait impatiently for an answer and receive nothing. “I’m going back inside. I’m not arguing with you anymore about this. It’s pointless.” You give up in frustration, turning to walk back into the room.

“Stop!” Sam yells, turning around quickly. You turn to look at him, his chest rising up and down quickly now. “Get in the fucking car.”

Your face scrunches into an irritated look. “No.”

“I said get in the car,” he growls, his finger pointing to the Impala. “Please. We need to talk. Privately.”

You stare at him trying to read his facial expressions. They’re fighting between softening and tensing. You sigh and walk to the passenger side door, opening it, sitting down, and slamming the door shut. Sorry, Dean. Sam opens the door and sits in the drivers seat before starting the Impala. Right now, neither of you really cared what Dean would think about taking his precious baby. Sam pulled out of the motel parking lot, staying silent and staring at the road ahead of him. For a while, neither of you said anything. You just sat in silence, taking in the crisp night with faint 80s rock playing through the speakers.

“What do we need to talk about?” You decide to break the silence.

“About you. About what I walked in on earlier,” he says, not breaking his gaze from the highway.

You scoff, also staring at the highway in front of you. “Are you serious? You know, why don’t you just tell me why you’re so upset? I thought that’s what this was about. Are you mad that I was hooking up with your brother and not you?” You push.

Sam’s fingers tighten on the steering wheel and he takes a deep, agitated breath.

“I am,” he says and you feel your heart sink.

You turn your head to look at him, his eyes still locked onto the road.

“Why?” You mutter out, urging him to get to the point. You knew some of the point, but you wanted him to say it.

“You know why. Don’t you see the way that I look at you? I want to tell you so many things but I can’t. I couldn’t. I mean, fuck, I didn’t want to ruin anything between us and Dean, too. But it looks like you did that part for me,” he says, taking a quick glance at you. Ouch. A nice pain to the chest.

“Sam, I can’t wait around forever. I seen it and noticed it. You never said anything and every time you started to act any way to me, you tried to push yourself away. Why would I want that?” You state, feeling a little bit guilty. It was the truth, though.

“I told you. For my protection and yours, too,” he says.

“For my protection?” You laugh sarcastically. “Right. Dean obviously didn’t care. Why should I? I mean, it was going pretty good before someone interrupted.”

Sam grips the steering wheel tighter, practically slamming on the breaks to pull over to the side of the road. He threw the car in park before turning to look at you.

“Enough already. Fuck,” Sam yells, his hands running through his hair stressfully. You say nothing, staring at him blankly. “Can’t you see what you do to me? I’m a fucking mess around you. I can’t focus when you’re too close to me. I can’t focus when you’re wearing your more revealing outfits. I can’t fucking focus when you’re around because you’re all I think about and I fucking hate it.”

Your heartbeat picks up in your chest, your face and your body filling with warmth. He said it.

“Sam—“ you whisper before he cuts you off.

“I upset you once and you decide to sleep with my brother!?” He yells, his anger releasing.

“Sam, it’s not like that—,” you blurt before he cuts you off.

“You wanna know how I spent my date? What I was doing? I was thinking about you the whole fucking time. Every time I looked at her, it was you looking back at me. I couldn’t keep my mind off of you. It should’ve been you instead of her. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I kept wondering about what you were doing. Hell, I couldn’t even sleep in the same bed as you last night without my mind wandering. You see what you’re fucking doing to me? I can’t even go on a date without you clouding my mind and fucking me up,” Sam erupted, his words finally spilling out of him.

You sit in silence, amused at what he’s releasing. The yearning in his tone and in his words—God, it was so needy and hot.

“And then I walk in on my brother doing what I should’ve been doing. Fuck, it pissed me off. You don’t understand what you do to me—how you make me feel. I knew it was wrong to go on that date. It should’ve been me, not him,” Sam continues, lost in his frustration.

Your breathing has picked up and your heart was practically beating out of your chest now. He’s right. It should’ve been him instead of Dean.

“I was only with Dean because I was jealous of you going out with her,” you say, his eyes locking to yours. “I was so jealous, Sam. And you’re right…it should’ve been you instead of him.”

Sam’s eyes relax and his head tilts to the side a bit, yearning for more.

“I think about you more than I’d like to admit. I tried not to, for my sake,” your voice lowers.

Sam’s expression changed. It was one that you had never seen before. His eyes were more relaxed but there was this look in them. You can’t explain it, but it’s not angry. He sat in silence with his still heavy breathing filling the car with Def Leppard’s song Love Bites softly playing through the speakers.

“It should’ve been you, Sam. Not him,” you break, hoping to cut the silence.

Instead of saying anything, Sam scoots closer to you. His face was full of yearning, his hand slowly raising to touch your cheek.

“I know,” he whispers, tilting his head to lean into you.

His lips meet yours as he begins to slowly kiss you. Your chest feels like it could explode and you feel unspeakable things from your stomach down. An eruption of feelings ignite inside of you and your lust takes over. You’ve been needing this for so long. Itching to put out his slow burn game he’s had going on all this time. The intensity of his kiss picks up, now hungry for your touch and the relief of sensation that was burning inside of him. He kissed you like he couldn’t get enough. Fuck, it felt so good, too.

You move your body on top of his, still deep in his hunger for you. You bring your hands to rest one on his jawbone, the other on his collarbone and shoulder. His hands find your waist, pushing your hips down so that you’re now sitting on his hard cock that’s trying to bust through his jeans. He lets out a quiet groan as you make contact with him, sending a fluttering sensation straight to your pussy. His hands start to push your hips back and forth, motioning for your movement on him. You follow, slowly grinding on him as his breath hitches, breaking away from the kiss. He leans his head back, his eyes closing as his mouth opens to let his needy breaths escape. You seize the moment, attaching your lips to his neck. Your tongue swirls on his skin before you lightly bite it, then kissing it. His hands move from your waist, now to your back to pull you closer to him. You trail wet, sloppy kisses up to his ear. He grows impatient underneath you, his hips buckling ever so slightly at his growing need for you—his need to feel you. You nibble at his ear, sucking on it just a little bit. He lets out another groan, his fingers digging into your side.

“I can’t tell you how long I’ve been waiting for this,” you whisper in his ear, following with a tug of his ear with your teeth.

His hands grip your sides again, pushing you back off of him. You look down at him, his eyes scanning your body, mouth parted as he grabs the bottom of your shirt. He pulls it up over your head, revealing the black lace bra hugging your chest. His eyes land on the fabric and then back to your eyes. You follow his actions, pulling his shirt up his body as he leans forward slightly so it can come off of him. You look over his toned chest and abs, your need for him now growing.

“In the back. Now,” he says breathlessly.

You waste no time climbing off of him and over the seat to the back. Sam climbs over next, his body now hovering over yours.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he says before leaning down to kiss the skin peaking out of your bra.

His free hand reaches behind your back as you arch it slightly so he has room to unclasp your bra. Once he has it unclasped, he slips it off of your shoulders and throws it in the front. His mouth finds one of your breasts, his tongue swirling around your nipple and sucking as his hand squeezes the other. You moan quietly, watching his every move. He kisses up your chest, his lips meeting yours again. You want him so bad that it’s physically hurting. His hand is sliding down your torso, finding its way to the buttons of your jeans to unbutton them. Fuck, you need his touch so bad. You help him, pulling your jeans down a bit so that he can have easier access. You wrap your arms around his neck, hungrily pulling him in deeper to the hot and messy kiss. You bite his lip, causing his kissing to get more aggressive. His hand slides over the outside of your panties, gently rubbing. The pleasure overwhelms you, your back arching, begging for more of him.

“Sam,” you moan, closing your eyes.

“What, baby?” He whispers, his lips finding your neck now.

His hand moves to the top of your panties, inching its way into them. His fingers slide down to find your entrance, sliding in for a quick second before they slide back up to your clit, slippery with your wetness. His fingers rub gentle circles on your clit, making you moan at his touch.

“You’re so wet for me, baby,” he laughs, his breath in your ear sending chills down your body.

“Sam, please,” you moan, the pleasure turning to pain because you need him so bad.

His fingers slide back down, inserting them in and out of you, then back up to your clit.

“Shh,” he shushes you, leaning up to watch what he’s doing.

His eyes are glued to his actions as if he’s in a trance at the sight in front of him. Watching him watch himself please you is so fucking hot. You can’t stand it. You need him so fucking bad. His eyes trail up your body, meeting yours once again. You need him so bad that you could cry. His other hand slips off your panties, not stopping his movements of his other hand. He yanks your jeans and panties down the rest of the way, dropping them in the floorboard. He could cry at the sight of your naked body under him. The way that his fingers felt inside of your warm pussy, watching you squirm as they slid in and out of you.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he shakes his head, pulling away from you.

The moment his hand left hour body, your clit started to ache. You couldn’t wait any longer, either. He unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down and off of him, and then his boxers next. His hard cock sprung up, hitting his lower stomach. His hand, still wet with your juices, slowly began to stroke his veiny cock. You bit your lip, trying to hide your satisfaction at his size. He pushes your legs apart, leaning back down into a passionate kiss as his cock rubbed between your folds. Fuck, it felt so good. He groaned while he continued to slide it up and down your pussy, coating him in your warm wetness. You reach your hand down, grabbing his dick to guide him to your entrance, earning another whimper from him. He needed you so bad. Your other hand tangled in his hair, gently tugging at it. He slowly slid into you, stretching you as he inserted himself. You let out a loud moan in pleasure as he filled you out. He groaned through his clenched teeth as he began to slowly thrust in and out.

“Let me know if it hurts, baby,” he whispered, starting a steady pace.

You nod your head, letting it fall back as the pleasure overwhelmed you. He felt so fucking good inside of you. He was so big, his cock hitting your uterus with every deep thrust. You let out more moans, wrapping your legs around his waist. He grunts, pleasure overtaking him as his head falls to rest in the crook of your neck. Your fingers dug into his back as he picked up his pace. Holy shit.

“You feel so fucking good,” he grunts, his hand gripping on your waist hard.

You moan his name, your back arching to get more of him. You’re so close to him that you’re chest to chest, feeling nearly every part of him as he fills you with the pleasure that you’ve been missing. He lifts his head so that he’s now looking at you. His hand leaves your waist to grab your face, forcing you to look at him. Your eyes meet his, staring deep into them as he fucks you oh so good. His thumb slips into your mouth and you suck on it, your tongue swirling around it. He moans, slipping it out to put his lips to yours, still keeping his pace. He feels so good that you’re moaning into his mouth and he’s eating every bit of it up.

Soon, he pulls away from you, sitting upright, still inside of you. He pulls out of you, his cock dripping with your juices. He motions for you to get up.

“Get up and turn around,” he demands, guiding you to where he wants you.

You put your arms on the top of the backseat, chest to the back of the seat with your knees digging into the seat, slightly spread. You stare out of the back glass, unaware of what’s behind you. The moonlight is lighting up the environment outside, watching your fantasies come to life. You feel Sam’s chest brush against your back, his lips leaving kisses along one of your shoulders. He guides his cock into you, groaning as you wrap around him. You moan out in pleasure, throwing your head back to rest on his shoulder. His hand grabs a fist full of your hair, holding your head in place against his shoulder so that he can see just how good he’s making you feel. This position feels even better than the first, his cock hitting just the right spot as he slammed into you. Fuck, it felt even better. Your legs began to shake as he thrusted in and out of you. The pleasure was so overwhelming that tears were coming to your eyes. Sam moaned, his teeth biting at your ear while his hand reached around to find your throbbing clit. He rubbed circles, intensifying the pleasure that was rushing through you. God, he was making you feel so fucking good.

“Oh fuck, Sam,” you moaned, head still pulled back to his shoulder as he watched your expressions, his hot, heaving breath hitting the side of your face.

“My name sounds so good coming out of your pretty little mouth,” he murmured, not breaking his gaze or his pace.

With every thrust, you felt yourself grow closer to an orgasm. He was groaning in so much pleasure from how good you felt around him, the sounds that you were making, how bad you were wanting him.

“Sam, I think I’m gonna—“ you moan, the pleasure intensifying as he picks up his pace, his hand still rubbing circles on your clit.

“Let it out, baby,” he grunts, holding it back himself.

Just as you were about to cum, he pulls himself out of you. You could almost cry. You were right there.

“Sam,” you whine, the release coming to a harsh halt inside of you.

“I wanna look at you when I make you cum for me,” he whispers, his hands moving your waist to prompt you to turn to face him.

His statement made your stomach flutter. You never seen Sam as the dominant type, but damn he was. You turn around to sit on the seat, his body hovering over you. You scoot down a little bit so that he can get a good angle to fuck you at. He lowers himself and his hands put your legs over his shoulders. He scoots up a bit, your knees practically to your shoulders now, stretching muscles in your hamstrings that haven’t been properly stretched in quite awhile. He pushes himself into you, the pleasure beginning again. One of his hands gripped your shin thrown over his shoulder while the other helped to keep him propped up on the seat. He thrusted into you, his fast pace picking up once again. He still hit the right spot, hit cock pushing so deep inside of you. The release that came to a halt just a few minutes ago was building back up with every pump, building quicker as you watched his twisted facial expressions of pleasure. His eyes never left your face. He wanted to watch you explode all over him. He needed to see it, knowing it would be even better than in the dreams that he had.

He thrusted deep and hard, his sweat gleaming off of his skin in the pale moonlight.

“Sam—“ you moaned.

“Let it out, baby,” he groaned, sure not to take his eyes off of you. “I’m begging.”

You felt the pleasure build up to its highest point, a sweet flood of emotions hitting you all at once as you came all over Sam’s cock. A loud moan escaped your mouth, your head throwing back from the amount of pleasure that exploded inside of you, your legs starting to violently shake. Sam continued to thrust, letting you ride out the high that you were on. You were starting to see stars, your stomach in knots now.

“Oh fuck,” Sam moans, his head falling back as he picked up his pace, not far behind you at this point.

Before you knew it, Sam was pulling out of you and a warm substance was hitting your stomach, dripping down to your pussy. He was moaning so loud, his voice deep as he let it all out. Fuck, he was so hot. His hands held himself up on either side of you, his head resting on your shoulder as he tried to catch his breath.

“Holy shit,” he said breathlessly.

———

After cleaning up the mess the two of you had made, you sat next to Sam while your head rested on his shoulder.

“I better not ever see him touch you again,” Sam says, his hand running through your hair.

“Trust me. After that, he won’t,” you laugh.