#samxreader

“Hey pretty girl, can I come in?” Sam gently knocked. He heard the lock click and made his way inside. You were sitting on the counter with your knees pressed to your chest and head down. “I already apologized for that…I thought we were past it” you whispered looking up at Sam tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

“I know baby girl, I'm sorry he is being a dick…I will go get another room if you want.” Sam sat beside you putting his arm around your shoulder. Then an idea hit you…two can play at that game. “Sammy, do you want to help me with something?” An evil smile lit up your face.

The plan was in place, you would walk out of the bathroom and act like you were just fine sleeping between the brothers but you would only talk to Sam, Dean was getting the silent treatment. As you walked out of the bathroom Dean started apologizing he really looked like he felt guilty but the plan was in place. “I'm going for a swim Sammy, call me when you get a lead.” You said stripping down to your underwear and bra before walking out of the room.

“Hey, wait…what…” Dean's thoughts died on his lips. He turned to Sam “she didn't even accept my apology…” he frowned. Sam just shrugged and got his laptop out to start looking into leads. Dean looked out the window at you swimming laps, feeling bad he decided to join you. He pulled his pants down and his shirt off before marching out to the pool.

“Hey princess…Im sorry…” he started sitting on the edge of the pool near where you were floating. “I will get you as many rooms as you want…please just talk to me.” You looked him up and down and damn if he didn't make you drool a little shirtless and pleading for your forgiveness. “Fine…get in here and hug me Winchester” you said standing up and holding your arms out.

He jumped in and wrapped you in his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist and put your head on his shoulder. He backed up to the side of the pool and just held you. “Now that we are back on speaking terms, want to tell me why you really got so drunk last night?” His voice rumbled through his chest and you could feel it in yours as he spoke.

“I thought it would help me do something and it did not.” You spoke softly, enjoying his embrace. “Really guys?!...” Sam crossed his arms “why am I the only one working?” He pulled his bitch face. “Join us then…” you giggled, swimming away from Dean toward the steps. He saw that glint of mischief in your eyes and know what was about to happen.

“Noooo…no...hey…no..” Sam started backing away from you and your grabby wet hands. “C'mon Sammy…Don'tcha want to hug me” you pouted before darting towards him and hugging his waist. He looked down at you and smirked before jumping in the deep end with you still attached to his waist. He came up for air with you wrapped around him still.

“Hey” Sam shook his hair out of his eyes and they met yours “Hey” you smiled back. Dean cleared his throat having made his way to the deep end with you both. You floated backwards so your head was on Dean's shoulder and your feet were on Sam's “we should probably get to work huh?” You sighed looking up at the beautiful sky.

The boys both agreed and the three of you made your way back to the room. Sam got first shower since all his clothes were wet. You could feel Dean's eyes on you. “Take a picture, it will last longer,” you joked before turning to look at him. “Maybe I will…” he stood reaching for his phone on the table. You pulled the towel you had wrapped around you tighter and blushed.

Thankfully Sam exited the bathroom before Dean could close in on you. “My turn!” You and Dean exclaimed in unison. In order to avoid another argument Sam suggested rock paper scissors. You threw rock, Dean threw scissors. You had recalled Sam saying Dean always picks scissors first.

You made your way into the bathroom and turned the shower on lukewarm just the way you liked it. While you were in the shower your mind drifted to how their bodies felt against yours in the pool. You ran a hand down your body finding your core already wet. You whispered a hoarse “ffuckk” while circling your sensitive clit. You pictured their hands exploring your body and kissing you all over.

You threw your head back and sped up your motions feeling the coil in your abdomen start to feel tight. “Sam, Dean, ohh fucck” you moaned a little louder than you meant to as you came. Hopefully they didn't hear that you thought to yourself as you finished getting cleaned up. You got dressed and left the bathroom acting like nothing happened.

Dean rushed into the bathroom without a word. Sam was at his computer jaw tense leg bouncing. So they must have heard…at least they were being cool about it. You sauntered over to Sam and wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind “hey Sammy” you practically purred in his ear breath hot against his neck.

“Hey pretty girl” , his words going straight to your core. He spun the chair around and patted his lap for you to sit. You obeyed and straddled his waist. “You have been quite the tease lately baby girl” he searched your eyes for a sign he should stop. When he found none his hands captured your waist.

You looked down at him biting your bottom lip. His hand left your waist just long enough for his thumb to pull your lip away from your teeth shaking his head no. “Getting some mixed signals here princess, is it me or Dean that you want?” He inquired, tilting his head almost innocently. “B..both” you stuttered, looking away and to the ground.

You saw Dean's feet and raked your eyes up his body. “Think you can handle that sweetheart?” he asked with a smirk. You just nodded silently, eyes flicking between them looking for any hints of how they were feeling. “Whadya think Sammy…think she can handle us both?” He asked eyes running up and down your body.

“I think we should make her choose,” Sam smirked at you. You wanted to bite your lip again but instead you pouted and started to get off Sam but his hands held you tighter against his lap. “Uh uh pretty girl you are staying right here until you decide…Who fucks you first” Sam growled in your ear.

"The fuck you are," Holly said, poking her head around Amy to look at you. 

"Y/N/N, you obviously don't have to wear this," Amy said, throwing the lingerie onto your bed. "But you do have to look different than you do every other day. Tonight is special. Dress like it." She said calmly, and you couldn't help but agree with a shoulder slump.

"Fine!" You said, throwing your head back in surrender. "Help me." You dramatically put your arms out and let them take over. Holly stepped over to your closet and began rummaging through all your clothes, making noises of disapproval and intrigue. Amy lovingly ran her fingers through your hair while giving "yes" and "no" s to Holly. You started to nervously play with your hands. Your thumb and forefinger find your wedding ring easily. The room fell away. The music, Holly and Amy, and even the gentle feeling of Amy's hands could no longer be sensed. You let out a breath and cleared your throat.

"Hey." You heard Holly say quietly. You looked to see her kneeling in front of you, her hands on your shoulders. 

"Hey." You whispered. 

"Remember, you aren't replacing him," Holly said, grabbing your left hand in yours, her thumb circling your wedding ring. "You are simply just making a little room." Her words put you at ease, and you took a deep, cleansing breath into your lungs. 

"Thanks." You smiled at her before turning to get on your makeup. Holly turned around with a sheer black turtleneck and a lacy black bralette in her hands. She wore a knowing smirk. 

"Why not?" You said with a sigh, reaching out your hand for the clothes. 

About a half hour later, your doorbell rang. You smoothed your hands over your body, looking in the mirror one final time, even you had to admit. You looked good. 

"Go get 'em," Amy said, giving you a wink as she raised her glass to her lips. 

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Holly said, leaning against Amy. 

"And what exactly would that be?" Amy said back quickly, looking over at Holly. 

"Goodbye, ladies!" You said, racing towards the door. You flung the door open and were greeted by a bouquet of flowers. 

"Oh!" You stepped back to take in the sight. Sam stood before you, his hair softly blowing in the night air. His left hand held the flowers in front of him, in the middle of his chest. He wore his usual flannel, but it was unbuttoned more than usual, giving you a nice peak at his skin. A nervous yet dashing grin graced his pink lips, and you blushed like a schoolgirl.

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Sam said goodbye to Miracle and climbed into the Impala. Before heading to your house, he checked his hair in the rearview one final time. A nervous dance of butterflies that felt like the size of airplanes crashed into his stomach and chest walls. He couldn't keep his eyes off you at the bakery today. Dusted with flour and frosting, laughing with ease at customers and friends. He found himself pulled to you.

He pulled into your driveway and stared at your house for a moment. He could hear music coming from inside, and the light in the upstairs bedroom was on. Was that your room? Were you nervously pacing as he had done before? He shook his head and grabbed the flowers. Telling himself to get it together. He had been on dates before. He had felt this indescribable tingle before. He fell to the same conclusion he always had whenever he tried to give himself this talk. The "calm down" talk. You were different. 

Sam rang your doorbell and waited nervously for you to answer. After a few beats, the door flung open, and there you stood. Sam had never seen so much of your skin before. He swallowed and tried to settle his heart rate. You were breathtaking. 

"Wow." You both said simultaneously, and you instantly looked down in shy embarrassment. 

"Hi." He said, his voice lower than average. 

"Hi." You said, leaning on one hip. 

"Uh…for you," Sam said, stretching out his arm with the flowers. You took them in your hands and took in their sweet perfume. 

"Thank you." You said softly, running the pad of your ring finger over some of the petals. "They're beautiful." 

"So are you," Sam said quickly. "Sorry…uh…that was so cheesy." Sam laughed at himself, running his hand over his jaw in embarrassment. "True." He said more seriously. "But cheesy." His handsome face settled on a soft smile. 

"I like cheese." You remarked, biting your bottom lip to hold back the laughter.  

"Shall we?" Sam asked, holding out his elbow. 

"We shall." You placed the flowers on the table next to the door and tucked your arm within his, god he smelt good. 

The Impala was still warm from his drive over, and you could hear a slight rattle when the heat kicked on. You made pleasant conversation about your day and told Sam you were still on the hunt for an apartment for him. Sam drove you into town and parked outside a local restaurant. 

"I wanted to try this place," Sam said, looking through the windshield.

"It's good." You nodded your head and went to open your door.  

"Hold on there," Sam said, and before you could ask, he had bounded out of the car and practically jumped over the hood to open your door. He stood with his left hand facing palm up toward you, awaiting your grasp. You smiled and slid your fingers over his, feeling his warm skin. 

"And they say chivalry is dead." You joked, letting him help you out of the car. 

"I want to do this right." He said, holding onto your hand for a moment after you had gotten out of the car. 

"Well, you are off to a great start." You assured him, taking a step closer to him and tilting your head back slightly.

Sam used his long legs and arms to open the door for you at the restaurant, even pulling out your chair when the waiter led you to your table. It was getting easier and easier to be completely spellbound by him. Conversation flowed easily between you two. Favorite foods/books/movies/colors were all discussed. His love and passion for all things, both simple and mystical, are becoming more evident. Sam was smart. Really smart. The words he used to discuss topics made it clear that he was an academic. He told you about law school and how he left to join the family business. There was a pain behind his eyes then. An untold story that you wanted to learn. You ate and laughed until your cheeks tingled from smiling. The waiter asked if you wished for dessert, and you both said yes. You ordered your favorite, and Sam ordered the chocolate chip cookies. Yours was pretty good, and you asked to try a nibble of Sam's. He handed you a piece, and you rolled it around in your mouth. 

"Humm." You said, narrowing your eyes in thought. 

"What?" He asked. 

"Too much baking powder and they didn't cream the butter and sugar long enough." You answered, swallowing down the cookie. 

"You can tell that from the little piece I gave you?" He asked, wide-eyed. 

"It's my job." You answered. "Want me to show you how it should be done?" You asked, leaning toward him. 

"Yes, please." He agreed, modeling your body language by leaning forward. 

Sam paid, despite you offering him to go halves, and you made your way to the bakery. You walked in and turned on the lights, going through your regular habits. 

"Ok, so first, we need soft butter and sugar." You said, grabbing what you needed and leading him to your kitchen mixer. He watched you intently as you instructed him on how much to add and how long to mix them. You made the dough and removed the bowl. 

"Ok, now we will fold in the chocolate chips until they are combined. We don't want to over mix, or we will get a tough cookie." You said, pouring in the chocolate. 

"What does "fold in" mean?" Sam asked. 

"I'll teach you." You said. "Stand behind me." You spoke with a flick of your head. Sam cleared his throat but obliged and stood behind your body. You took his hands into yours and pulled him tightly against you, feeling his muscular body. He let out a slight noise but otherwise remained still. You placed his left hand on the side of the bowl and his right on the spatula. You put your hand over him to guide him. 

"Ok, so, to fold. You simply go to the bottom of the bowl and scoop all the way around to the top. It's a gentle way to incorporate something." You explained, moving his hands with yours. 

"I feel like Patrick Swayze." He joked about the famous scene in Ghost. 

"Don't be ridiculous." You said with a laugh. "Patrick Swayze is far more handsome." You teased, and you both had a laugh together. 

"Very true, but Demi Moore has got nothing on you." He said softly, and you could feel his breath against the curve of your neck. Closing your eyes, you turned your head towards his. Sam's left hand fell away from the bowl and wrapped around your waist, making you shiver with goosebumps. He gave you a tight squeeze and let you go before stepping away. You instantly missed his touch. Finishing the cookies was difficult now that your heart felt like it was about to explode. You placed the tray into the oven and turned towards him. 

"They need about 15 minutes." You could barely speak around your growing arousal. 

"Tell me a secret," Sam said suddenly, and your stomach dropped. 

"What?" You asked with a curious smile. 

"Tell me something you have never told anyone. I want to know you better." He said. 

"I don't know if there is anything I have never told anyone…I mean, I have had the same best friend since I can remember…I was married…well," You stopped talking and tilted your head. "There is something. I honestly forgot about it until now." You said, leaning on the counter. 

"What is it?" He asked, leaning too so he could look into your eyes. 

"When I was a little girl, please don't make fun, but when I was a little girl…I thought everyone had their own moon." You laughed, and Sam laughed too. 

"Like there were just billions of moons in the sky?" Sam asked.

"Hey! I was like six!" You defended yourself against Sam's teasing. "But yes. I thought everyone had their own moon just for them…that only they could see. I was quite obsessed with princesses, and they are always looking for their one true love." You said with a little eye roll. "So I thought that you and your one true love shared a moon. That only the two of you could see your moon. And I remember on nights when I couldn't sleep, I would sit and stare out my window at my moon and wonder if my one true love was looking back. I wondered what he saw. Did he just see the moon, or did he see me?" You stopped talking and looked down at the floor, a sad smile crossing your lips. "That's my secret, I guess."

"I like that secret," Sam said, and you felt yourself lost in him. 

"I like you." You said, opening the space for more. The ding of the timer scared both of you, and you quickly laughed it off. Grabbing the cookies, you placed them on the counter. 

"They have to cool." You said, but your words were swallowed by Sam's body closing in around you completely. You took in a shuttering breath and leaned your head against his chest, feeling his hands slide down your abdomen to your hips. He spun you around to face him. 

"I like you too, but I am petrified to cross a line." He admitted, taking your face in his hands. 

"I think you should tell me something no one knows, and then we are even. No lines crossed." You reassured him. He nodded and looked down. 

"There's a lot of things I never told anyone before, but I want to focus on you." He said, running his thumb over your jaw. "Right now, I want to tell you that you feel…well, you feel like you have always been there. You feel known to me, yet I can't wait to see what you will do next. You feel familiar but still exciting and intoxicating. I feel like I have known you my whole life." His eyes seemed to melt into yours as he spoke. Time stopped around you. All you could see sense was Sam. His scent, his warmth, his strong yet welcoming body. All past thoughts of uncertainty fell to the wayside, and you knew you wanted him. 

"You know. It's been a while since I have been on a date." You said, running your hands up his chest, around his neck, and into his hair. Your pointer finger coming up his neck and hooking under his chin. "Remind me how they usually end, Sam." That simple instruction was all it took for the walls to come down. The ropes that Sam had tied himself with to ensure he never overstepped broke free, and a hunger filled his soul. He grabbed your thighs and lifted you onto the counter, pressing his body between your legs. Your back arched into him, and he pulled your mouth to his. The kiss began softly, but weeks of anticipation and build-up turned it quickly into something greedy and ravenous. You tasted like the chocolate that you had licked off your thumb earlier. 

His hands seemed to be everywhere all at once. In your hair. Down your back. Around your waist. You felt drunk on him. His teeth grazed your bottom lip, quickly followed by his tongue to soothe you. You opened your mouth to him, and his soft moan filled you. Suddenly he broke away. 

"Are you ok?" He asked you. 

"What?" You asked around heavy breaths. "Of course." You were confused.  

"You're crying." He said, wiping the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs. It was then that you felt the sting of tears in your eyes. 

"Oh." You whispered. 

"Am I the first…" He let his words trail off. You knew what he meant. 

"Kiss since Josh?" You finished for him. "You're my first anything since Josh." You swallowed around the lump in your throat. 

"We don't have to do this," Sam said, taking your hand in his. 

"I'm sorry. I didn't expect to cry." You apologized, trying to blink the tears away. 

"No need to be sorry. I would assume it's perfectly normal given the circumstances." He assured you, running his hand over your hair. 

"Please don't think I don't want this." You said, tracing the outline of his lips with your finger.

"I know you do. I want it too, but we can go as slow as you need." Sam pressed his forehead against yours and wrapped his fingers around the nape of your neck. 

"Kiss me again." You said, nudging his nose with yours. 

"Y/N…" Sam whispered, his voice deep in his chest. 

"Sam…" You said, letting your fingertips grip his hair as you wrapped your legs tighter around his waist. 

"I think you are going to kill me." He mumbled as you lowered your mouth to his neck, leaving small open-mouthed kisses against his skin. His hands were back on you, sliding under the fabric of your shirt. His large hand grabbed the back of your head and pulled you to him, his mouth closing around yours again. Large thumbs brushed against your nipples over your bra, and a moan came from within you. Sam slid your shirt over your head, not wasting any time latching his mouth onto any place he could reach. Soft pink lips leaving wet marks across your skin with occasional bite marks in between. You unbuttoned his flannel and pushed it off his shoulders. He grabbed the back of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. You watched the muscles of his arms and shoulders move as he did. Your fingers grazed over his skin, twirling in his chest hair lovingly. 

"You're beautiful." He mumbled against your ear. 

"I take back what I said." You said with a smile. He pulled back to look at you, confused. "You are far more handsome than Patrick Swayze." You both laughed, and you let your hands still wander his body. He pulled you in again, but it felt slower. His kisses became less frantic, and his hands seemed to hold you instead of exploring.  

"As much as I would love to keep going. This may be enough for one night. Let me take you home." He wasn't pushy, his voice even and calm. You also wanted to keep going, to feel him inside and out. But you had to admit that going any further would probably make you spiral again, so you nodded in agreement and accepted his hand, helping you off the counter. You both pulled your shirts back on and made your way to the Impala. The drive home was quiet but not uncomfortable. There really wasn't much to say after tonight. You asked about Miracle, and he asked if Holly and Amy would still be at your house, but overall it was just time spent together. 

He pulled into your driveway and walked you to your door. Stopping to look at you, his hands shoved into his pockets. 

"I had an amazing time tonight. That was the best time I have had in well…I don't remember." He said, brushing his hair behind his ear. 

"I had a great time too, Sam. Thank you for a beautiful evening." You stepped closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He quickly responded by wrapping you into his arms, his head resting on yours. 

"I'll see you tomorrow?" You asked as you pulled away. 

"Can't keep me away now." He said with a smile. 

You took the two steps up to your front door and turned around, looking Sam in the eye as you were now height level. You took his face in your hands and leaned in close. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into him.  

"Thank you for being so understanding." You said to him. 

"Y/N, you call the shots on you and me. Wherever you are is where I will be." He said before laying his lips on yours again. This kiss was passionate but slower as if you had all the time in the world. When you finally pulled apart, he gave you a lopsided grin that made your knees wobbly.

"Goodnight." You whispered. 

"Goodnight." He said before kissing your forehead and walking back to his car.

You inhaled deeply before going back inside. Everything was different now. Your life seemed on a different path, and you couldn't wait to turn the page. You touched your lips still wet from his kiss, and smiled to yourself. This was only the beginning.

“But you don't want to talk about this yet?” he asked.

“Is that okay?” you asked as your brows knit together, your tone a mixture of apology and concern.

“Of course it is,” Sam said. He sounded hurt that you'd even think otherwise. You nodded slowly at him. Of course it was okay. Sam was so understanding and kind... how could you have ever thought that he might ask you to stop hunting when it was such a big part of your life.

“I just have one... two questions. And if you don't want to answer them then just say so,” he said.

You tried to say 'okay' but it turned into a giant yawn and Sam laughed.

“Okay,” you repeated nervously when the yawn passed. You turned away from him again and faced the Impala’s console.

“You're physically okay, right? I mean, all I know is that you have a secret. That could be... absolutely anything. You could be hiding an illness… or something from me,” he said as he moved his arm to drape it across your stomach.

You chuckled softly at his concern. “I'm healthy, Sam. I'm not... pregnant, god forbid, or sick or anything like that and believe me, I'd tell you immediately,” you replied. You continued laying on your side with your legs bent toward you. It felt safer like this. You never had to make eye contact with him. Maybe that made you a coward but Sam had those eyes... those big, hazel, puppy dog eyes and it was impossible to look in them and know you'd been less than what he expected or deserved.

“So, um...,” he started. You took a deep breath, bracing yourself. “Was it something you did... that you knew would hurt me or that I wouldn't like and that's why you hid it?”

A moment passed before you found the courage to answer. “Yeah,” you said darkly.

With each passing second the silence in the car seemed to grow more deafening. You focused on the soothing sounds of the road as the tires glided over the pavement. You thought about your list of the most important things you needed to be okay. Sam was alive and safe. Dean was alive and safe. Cas was alive and safe. Charlie was alive and safe. Yep, that was all the knowledge you needed to get from one moment to the next. As long as those things remained true, nothing was really that bad.

Sam cleared his throat, as if he knew you'd need to brace yourself for what he had to say. “I feel silly asking this cause I know you better but it's the only thing my mind keeps coming back to, so I’m sorry. Did you- … Did you sleep with someone else?”

“No...,” you said with a pained sigh. You sat up and looked at him, an anguished expression on your face. “Sam... never... no,” you said as you slowly shook your head. Sam's sorrowful eyes lingered on you before darting back to the road and then back to you. He took a deep breath and sighed as he unconsciously nodded. He knew you would never… could never. He took one hand off the steering wheel and opened his arm to you. Without hesitation you crashed to him and nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck as he wrapped you in his free arm. He sighed again, relieved to have you close, in his arms.

You drifted in and out of sleep for the rest of the drive and not once did Sam let up his touch. He draped his arm over you, or ran his fingers through your hair or caressed your cheek with his thumb or pulled you closer. You wanted to believe it was just his usual, sweet gestures but you couldn't fight the feeling that it was forced, like he thought if he acted like everything was normal, then it would be; or that if he held you long enough and made you feel loved enough, it would somehow magically erase the past.

Sam pulled the Impala into the garage of the bunker and you both silently climbed out of the car, slung your bags over your shoulders and you followed Sam as you made your way inside. Dean was sitting in the library with a glass of whiskey as he watched some old western on his laptop. It was half past two in the morning, you hadn't expected him to still be up.

He'd want to talk. He'd want answers. ‘Great,’ you thought.

“Hey,” he said as he paused the movie and looked up from the screen  You gave him a hesitant smile and he glanced between you and Sam as he tried to read the mood between the two of you.

“Hey,” Sam replied before continuing past him and disappearing down the hall. You didn't really feel like being alone with a brooding Sam in your bedroom but you also didn't want to talk about any of this with Dean. You decided Sam was the lesser of two evils and attempted to breeze past Dean but he jumped out of his chair and caught you by the arm.

“Oh, I don't think so,” he said flatly as he pulled you back until you were in front of him and he released your arm. You huffed and rolled your eyes as you dropped your heavy bags to the floor like a petulant teenager caught sneaking in after curfew. You crossed your arms and shifted your weight to one leg as you glanced off to the side, avoiding the full force of Dean's glare.

“Talk to me,” he said as he crossed his arms too.

“I'm tired, Dean,” you said in a half-hearted attempt to end the conversation before it started.

“That's nice,” he said.

You sighed. “I don't want to talk about it, Dean.”

“I know you. I’ve never seen you freak before. You wouldn't spiral into a full-blown panic attack unless it was something serious,” he said as he shook his head.

“And?”

Dean sighed and rolled his eyes as he sat back down in his chair and took a sip from his glass. When he saw that you were still standing he bugged his eyes out and motioned to the chair beside him. You took a deep breath and pulled the chair out from the table and sat down.

“I knew this was a terrible idea, you two dating. I hate that I started to think I didn't have to worry about this anymore. I thought it was gonna work,” he sighed before taking another sip and passing the glass to you.

You hesitated for a moment before grabbing the glass and downing the rest of the whiskey in one gulp. You coughed at the burning in your throat but it was exactly what you needed. Dean sighed and nodded, realizing this was a finish-the-whole-bottle kind of night and not a share-one-glass kind of night. He pulled the glass back and quickly refilled it before shooting it back and wincing at the burn. He refilled it again and slid it back to you where you once again gulped it down in a single swig. You shook your head in disgust at the taste and swallowed hard as you fought the burning sensation.

“Please don't say that, Dean. I'm trying really hard to not think like that so just... don't… please,” you said as you waved your hand at him.

“I- I'm sorry,” he said as he shook his head. “You've just got me a little freaked out, okay?”

“I know, but you're my best friend. I need you to spread a little more positivity or I... I'm gonna fall apart. I'm barely holding it together over here,” you said as you choked back your tears.

“Hey, it's gonna be okay, kiddo,” Dean said as he reached over and gently patted your knee. “You gotta give me something to work with, though.” He smiled reassuringly at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners. 

You hesitated as you stared distantly at the empty glass, your eyes brimming with tears. You turned your face toward the ceiling as you tried to blink them back. When you were safe from the fall of tears, you looked back to Dean who was watching you expectantly.

“I... I think I really fucked up, Dean,” you said, your voice shaking.

“Jesus...,” Dean sighed. “What did you do? Don't tell me you cheated on him...” he said, sounding almost as hurt as Sam had when he asked you the same question.

“God, Dean... no. Do you really think I'd do that?” you asked, disgusted at the thought.

“Of course I don't, but I'm grasping at air here,” he explained. “What else could be so bad?”

“It's not that bad... but it's still bad,” you said as you shook your head. “Maybe worse.”

“What did you do?”

You sighed and shook your head. “I can't tell you before I've told Sam.”

“So you're gonna tell him?” he asked as he hunched forward in his seat.

You took a deep breath. “Do I have a choice?”

“He won't make you.”

“He'll make me in every way except for literally making me,” you said with a morose chuckle.

Dean nodded in agreement. “How was he on the ride home?”

“We didn't talk much. I slept a lot. He kept his arm around me most of the time which was nice... considering...,” you trailed off and cleared your throat as you caught yourself. Dean shifted in his seat and shook his head slightly. He hated to hear you talk about the nice things Sam did; said it made his skin crawl. You busted out with a soft giggle. The alcohol was beginning to loosen you up. A smile flashed across Dean's lips as he looked up at you.

“But... he seemed... hurt,” you said, getting back to his question. “I guess without even knowing why or what, he's just hurt that I'd keep anything from him,” you said with a sigh.

Dean poured himself more whiskey and drank it down. “More?” he asked. You nodded and he poured a glass before passing it to you. You took a sip, deciding you’d better slow down your pace.

“Did you tell him anything?” he asked.

“He wanted to know if I was hiding cancer or an illness from him… which I'm not. And he asked if I hid it because I knew it would hurt him. Which I did. And he asked if I cheated on him. Which I didn't,” you explained. You smiled unconsciously at Dean before taking another sip. You were back in the fox hole with Dean, just like in purgatory, and it was oddly comforting.

“I was just thinking about that night in purgatory. We'd found Cas- I think it was our second night with him. We were telling funny stories, trying to get each other to laugh, I guess,” you said, smiling to yourself. “Remember how Cas kept calling me one of your strays?” you asked, smiling up at Dean. Dean chuckled. “Yeah, he was being such an asshole... until I told him he was the first stray.”

You laughed, a little louder than you meant to. “I forgot about that. That shut him up.” You grinned as you took a gulp of your drink. A beat passed and you began to stare distantly at the table. “Can you tell me a story like you did back then?” you asked before glancing hesitantly up at Dean. He watched you for a moment, his face unreadable before he gave you a small, sad smile and patted your knee.

“Yeah, Y/N, I'll tell you a story,” he said as he reached over and squeezed your shoulder. He picked up the glass and smirked at you as he drank the whiskey down. “Sorry, you were nursing it and I needed a drink.”

Half an hour later you were wandering down the hall to your bedroom with a dopey grin on your lips, trailing your fingers along the wall as you strolled. Dean, with a little help from the alcohol, had managed to make you feel better. It was a false happiness, though. Your problem still existed and it was only going to get worse. But you pushed that out of your mind. You just wanted to feel happy for a little while, like everything was practically idyllic and Sam would love you forever like you'd felt yesterday before it all crumbled into the sea.

You reached your door and grasped the handle as you steadied yourself with a deep breath. You pushed the door open slowly and found that Sam had left the table lamp on your side of the bed on so that you could find your way around the room.

“Thoughtful... adorable... little... shit,” you muttered as you crept in.

He was asleep on his side, facing away from your half of the bed. You shut the door behind you as gently and quietly as you could manage before making your way to your dresser. You stood before it and clumsily kicked off your shoes before peeling off your jeans and tossing them into the hamper. It took a few moments of struggling to pull your jacket off but you finally managed and hung it on the hook at the back of the door. You leaned against the dresser to pull off your socks, aimed and tossed them at the hamper and… missed. You also attempted to toss your bra and t-shirt but they landed on the floor next to the socks. You pulled on an old, comfy t-shirt.

You turned and watched Sam for a moment. He was softly snoring, his hair already a jumbled mess. You sighed happily. With Sam asleep, he looked like nothing was wrong. It made it easier for you to pretend, too. You pulled the covers back and climbed into bed before turning off the lamp and plunging your room into total darkness.

The last thing you wanted to do was wake up Sam but you also couldn't fight the part of you that wanted to wrap yourself around him like cling wrap on a frosted cupcake and you were just drunk enough that your actions seemed to happen before your conscious mind could stop you. You pressed yourself against his back and wrapped your arm around his chest as you leaned over and began gently pressing kisses to his shoulder. You trailed your kisses up along his neck and the side of his head and then his cheek. You giggled softly as you stopped, your sleepiness getting the better of you, and fell back with a whoosh as the air was squeezed out of your fluffy pillow. You kept yourself wrapped around Sam, though, with your top leg hitched over his hip and your nose tickling the back of his neck.

“Mmm... I love you, Sam Winchester,” you murmured. You took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of him, and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

You were down in the kitchen getting a drink when you heard the doorbell ring. Thinking it was the pizza you ordered, you grabbed your wallet and headed for the door. It wasn’t your pizza. In fact, it was the last person you ever expected to see on your doorstep and he was wearing a tux.

“Hey, uh, I’m here to pick up-”

“I’m coming!” Your mom came flying down the stairs behind you as you stood there, still stunned. The guy you’d been crushing on from a distance was here… for your mom? “You weren’t waiting long, were you?”

“No.” he gave her a soft smile.

“Uh, what- what is happening?” you finally muttered, frown on your face as you looked between them.

“This is my date.” she grinned.

“I’m Sam.” he held out a hand to shake. “Sam Winchester.” You shook his hand, your grip loose as you were still pretty stunned.

“I know.. I’ve seen you on campus.” his hand fell from yours and his face almost paled. “Are you dating-” you gestured to your mom, but your mom was quick to start hurrying him out and to the waiting car.

“We need to get going. Don’t wait up, honey!” she called out with a grin.

“Wasn’t planning on it.” you mumbled, watching them go. As they made their way to the car, the pizza delivery guy pulled in behind them.

It was a week before you saw him again on campus. He was waiting at the coffee cart, so you hurried in behind him. “Hey.” He turned, and was stunned to find you behind him. “So, are you dating my mom, or..”

“What are you doing here?” he was looking around, as if afraid someone would hear.

“I told you, I go to school here, too. Can I get an answer? What’s with you and my mom? How do you even know her?”

“Uh-” Before he could say more, his coffee was ready and he grabbed it, handing off money and not bothering to wait for the change. “Sorry, don’t want to be late for class.” and then he was hurrying off.

You watched him hurry off and shook your head. “Is it just me or is he acting suspicious?” Realizing you said that louder than expected, you glanced at the coffee cart guy who just shrugged at you.

“I don’t know, but do you want a coffee or not?”

“Yeah.” you sighed. “Might as well.”

Three months later, another event had your mother getting all dolled up. This was the third one she’d be attending with Sam on her arm. When the doorbell rang, you ran for it. Once again, Sam was on the other side and rather than let him in, you put a hand to his chest and pushed him farther back so you could step out and shut the door.

“I’m here for-”

“I know why you’re here.” You gave him a once over, and he was once again dressed nice, this time in a black suit. Fuck, he looked good. You really couldn’t fault your mother for being interested, honestly. “But I want an answer this time. You can opt for silence all you want, but I’ll get my answers one way or another.”

Sam didn’t say anything, he simply pulled out his phone and typed for a minute before putting it back into his pocket.

“I’ve got all the time in the world, and money to waste.” you pointed out. “It’s a simple question. Are you dating my mom? Because the only time I see you is on campus or for one of these events. It doesn’t seem like you’re dating her. So what the hell is this?”

“It is what it is.” he shrugged.

“How did you meet her?”

Sam didn’t answer, and the door behind you opened. “What is going on out here?” your mother scolded as she hurried out and between you and Sam. “Why are you refusing to let him near the house?”

Your eyes narrowed at him. “You were texting her to rat me out?” Sam just gave you a shrug.

“Why are you doing this?” your mother demanded.

“I just want to know how you two met, that’s it!” You kept your eyes on him, waiting for him to answer. When he didn’t you decided to poke at a delicate mother/daughter relationship instead. “Heaven forbid I give a shit about who my mom is dating, right? Especially when you’re still in a vulnerable place, what with Selene and dad getting married. What if he’s just-”

Your mother relaxed and sighed. “Ms. Montgomery introduced us.” she relented.

“Jack and Jordan's mom?” you gave her a confused look. You had been very close with the twins before they went off to different colleges. You still talked to them from time to time. Now you looked back at Sam. Maybe he had known them at some point? Maybe a friend of the family or something?

“Yeah. Now you have your answer, we need to go or we’ll be late.” she all but dragged Sam away, and you watched them go.

Once the car was gone, you headed back inside and went right for your phone and dialed a number. “Hey, Jordan? Quick question. What do you know about Sam Winchester?”

“Who? Never heard of him.”

“Really? My mom said she met him through your mom.”

You heard a groan through the line. “Alpha?” You hummed an affirmative. “Maybe he’s one of the escorts.”

“What!?”

“Yeah, since dad died like 6 years ago, she’s had a steady rotation of young Alphas on her arm to keep up appearances, and in her bed. Some Alpha for hire service? Waste of money, honestly.” he grumbled. “Hey, if you need an alpha-”

“Good bye, Jordan.” you could hear him laughing before you hung up.

Sam was surprised when he got the booking. A weekend away? She’d never booked a weekend with him before, and she never booked him this close together. He saw her about 9 days ago for an event where he was once again flaunted in front of her ex husband. He wasn’t going to complain though, with how much she paid him for a couple of hours, a weekend with her could pay off what his scholarship didn’t cover for a whole semester.

Maybe the ex would be wherever the hell she was taking him.

He pulled into the driveway, and excited his car with a sigh, preparing himself for yet another ambush by the daughter. 9 days ago, she had smiled at him in a way that made him anxious from inside the house, but he had been lucky her mother had been ready to go and opened the door for him. He wasn’t sure he’d be that lucky this time.

Knocking on the door, he turned and glanced behind him. When he turned back, the door was open and you were smiling at him with that smile again, the one that made him nervous. “I’m here for-”

“Me.” you grinned as his brow creased with a frown. “You’re here, for me.”

“Uh-” He pulled out the paper in his pocket, checking again.

“Her account, but all me.” you smiled. “My mom’s not even here. She’s on a cruise with her friends for two weeks, left two days ago.”

Sam groaned and rolled his eyes. “What do you want?”

“A weekend away, obviously.” You turned from him and reached for your small luggage that was just inside your sitting room. Once you had it, you went back to the door. Sam moved back as you stepped out and locked the front door. “Thought you might like a weekend away from the books too. And with someone your own age, for once.” you teased, smirking up at him.

“I-”

“I’m paying you.” you reminded him, and he rolled his eyes and relented, starting for his car. You followed behind with a grin.

You had given him the map to get him from your house to the old family cabin in the mountains, and then rolled down the window as he started off. An hour later, neither of you had said a word to each other as he drove and you enjoyed the wind in your hair. But finally, you spoke.

“Why do you do it? Alpha for hire?” you glanced over at him. “Are you fucking my mom too, or just-”

“I just take her to events.” he answered, not looking over. “And I do it to pay for school. Not all of us were born with a silver spoon in our mouth.” You laughed at that, and he looked over confused. “Hey, some of us have to bust our ass-”

“I wasn’t born with a silver spoon in my mouth, Sam.” you glanced over, smile still on your face.

“I’ve seen your house.” he pointed out. “And you obviously have an idea of how much your mother's paying me.”

“You’ve seen my mothers desperate attempts to hide how much she’s hurting.” you looked away and out the window again. “When they divorced, she fought him for half of everything, even the company he’d built from the ground up while they were married. Mr. Montgomery believed in my dad and invested, it’s why we’re so close to them. My dad worked his ass off for this, and my mom took half of it to try and hurt him for leaving her for an Omega.”

“Right, your mom's a beta..” he whispered to himself. “Beta or not, dick move on his part.”

“Yep.” you looked down at your hands. “But sometimes shit just doesn't work out. You fall out of love, and meet someone else. Selene is good for him. I haven’t seen him this happy for years, but mom can’t accept that maybe this could be for the best for her, too. She’s too determined to try and hurt him, no matter the cost. I know it might look like I am, but I’m not some trust fund kid. We don’t have that kind of money, no matter what airs my mom puts on. I work for my schooling, too.”

“Really?”

You nodded. “I actually had to take a few days off for this.” you were looking out at the trees going past with a smile on your face.

“Where do you work?”

“Dad's company. Though, I don’t get paid, in a sense.” You looked over at him and he looked confused again. “Instead of getting a paycheck, he puts money into an account that pays for everything school. Tuition, books, whatever. I live with my mom so I don’t have to worry about rent or food, plus she obviously needs me.”

“Guess I pegged you wrong, huh?” he half mumbled as he glanced back through his side window before switching lanes.

“Looks like it.” you smiled. Your smile faded when you began feeling a little warm and realized there was a bead of sweat collecting on your temple. “Hey, this thing has AC, right?”

“Yeah, why, you getting hot?” he glanced over.

“Yeah. You mind?”

“No, not at all.” He began rolling up his window as you did the same, and then he reached over and hit the button for the AC and turned the dial. “Better?”

The air started to hit you as you angled the  vents just right, and as the air started to cool further, you sunk back into your seat with a smile. “Yeah, thanks.”

“No problem. Let me know if you need me to pull over or something.”

When you glanced at him, he looked worried. “I should be okay now. We’ve only got about another hour anyways and then I’ll be out in the mountain air.”

“You sure?” You gave him a nod. “Alright.”

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Y/N’s POV:

Some months ago, I was in the bunker, watching TV with Sam and Dean. Sam was passing his hands through his shorter hair, some weeks ago he had cut it and I was a little bit upset about it. 

Anyways, in the TV, the advertisement ended and the series about Vikings were starting. Sam wasn’t such a big fan, but Dean and I where fans. 

Suddenly, my favorite character came into scene, he reminded me of Sam because he was tall, muscular and had long hair. And, yeah, I liked Sam.

´´Dean, Dean, look at him ,he is so beautiful`` I said, catching Sam’s attention. He clenched his jaw. I could see jealousy painted all over his face.

Dean rolled his eyes playfully, knowing exactly what I was doing, while Sam was scanning the character. I continued to ´´simp`` over this character, while Sam was getting more and more tense. He even left the room, I could swear his face was red from anger. 

Well, anyways, that was a few months ago. Sam never let us watch that series ever again. He went on hunts alone sometimes, but it was normal, right? One thing was sure, he had let his hair grow and not 

Some days after Sam went off on a hunt with Dean, leaving me at the bunker, Cas came to visit me. 

Cas told me that Sam had sent him. I was blessed he wasn’t that angry. 

My angel friend told me that Sam had a lot of crazy feelings about me. Even tho I understood what they where when Cas explained them, he seemed pretty confused. 

For what I could understand, Sam did love me, but he was jealous that I didn’t pay much attention to him when I saw men with longer hair. 

´´ Why is Sam always thinking about your thing with the hair?`` Cas asked, tilting his head. I laughed slightly. ´´ Because I like men with long hair`` Cas nodded but still look confused. ´´But like in a romantic or human sexual way?``he then asked. 

I blushed when I responded ´´Both ways, but is a huge turn on``. 

[Dean’s POV]

Sammy was acting all strange, since Y/N had simped over that viking character.  But what really fucked up was the fact that Sam started to do some hairstyles just like the character.

I swear, if they don’t stop the eye fucking each other, Imma make them do it. 

Well, Castiel appeared once we were about to hit the hay. He came looking at Sam and murmured something into his ear, something that made him darken his eyes and smile. 

[Few days later]

[Y/N’s POV]

Sam came back from the hunt, Dean had some business to deal with and he would stay a few more days out.

Sam was way more talkative with me since he came back. That made me really happy. 

Then again, we found each other in the same place where everything started. In the living room. I couldn’t take my eyes off Sam. Well, more exactly to his hair. He had put it into a low ponytail. It wasn’t long enough to make it to a real ponytail, but like a pigtail was perfect to describe it. 

He was all the time taking it off, or changing the hairstyle, or just ruffling it and letting it fall all over his face. And let’s just say that I was getting really really damp wet down there. 

Sam turned to me. ´´You know you are cute when you are looking at me trying to not be seen`` he said smiling at me. I looked at him wide-eyed. 

He flipped his hair before cupping one side of my face. He leaned in, and I did so. 

His lips smashed over mine with savage force. ´´Oh, you don’t even know how much I’ve been waiting for this`` he said, in between kisses. I didn’t know I could move my lips in such sync with his. 

It was a strong and passionate kiss, but it still was a little bit gentle. His large hands rested on the sides of my face, mine were on the back of his neck. 

This soon wasn’t enough to any of us. He got up holding my hand. I was guided to his room (just in case Dean came back). 

Just as the door was closing Sam caught my lips again and this time he was pulling on my hair. I let out a moan, catching his hair too. He groaned sweetly against my mouth. 

Before I could know we were on the bed, roughly making out. ´´Oh, honey`` Sam moaned, while trailing kisses down my neck. His erecting member hard against my thigh (through his trousers). 

I passed my hand over his bulge. He groaned, freeing his throbbing cock out of his clothing. It was huge compared to the ones I had seen in my life and in porn. He had a monster in his pants and I hadn’t noticed until I had it in front of my face. 

I started licking his tip, sending shivers all over him. He started moving his hips softly to make his cock hit my throat. He then grabbed my hair, pulling at it gently, and making me moan against his staff, sending the vibration all over it. 

Sam was a moaning mess, he could not even articulate any word, just mumble things in between groans. 

´´Uh.... Im..... I’m cumming`` he moaned, pulling harder at my hair, putting his whole length inside my mouth. He then began to shiver while he cummed all over my throat and mouth. 

I swallowed it, showing him my perfectly clean mouth. He kissed me, before pulling up my skirt. He rolled a condom over his length, I coulnd’t imagine they did sizes that big. I pulled my panties aside, sinking slowly into his cock. His length hunted a little bit, but soon enough I was jumping over his cock over and over again. My hips couldn’t stop moving. I was going for my own release. Sam got up and let me on fours over the mattress. He then began pounding me hard. He hit my G-spot several times. 

I was a moaning mess, he was a freaking beast. Then he started grabbing my hair again, making me arch my back and almost hit my climax. He then pushed his dick all the way in, cumming inside of the condom and making me cum. 

I hadn’t cummed harder in all my life. It was awesome.

[Few Weeks later]

Sam and I started going out, he was sweet an caring outside the bedroom, but in bed he was a total beast.