#smut hints

It was the first place the three of you had been to that didn’t have a motel. The one they had, had long been abandoned and torn down. From what the locals had informed you, it went out of business since no one stayed. If anyone wanted to rent a room, they’d take the twenty or even thirty minute drive to one of the nearby towns to rest. So the three of you were left to find an abandoned house to stay in.

The first one Dean found was too much of a hazard. The windows and doors were boarded shut, the concrete was cracking, and the roof dipped in. It was a miracle the place had yet to fall in on itself.

The second one was perfectly ideal. It was near the outside of town with little to no neighbors. It was abandoned, but still held its structure so the three of you took camp inside.

You could tell the house was old. There was no instillation in the walls and every window was single-paned. In one part of the home sat an in floor furnace. Even if it had been on, the home still would’ve been freezing. With the electric off as well, the three of you split up to find blankets. Of course, nothing turned up in the home so you took the liberty of buying a bunk of cheap blankets from the local Wal-Mart.

You came in with rolls packed in your arms, hardly able to carry them all in. Once inside you had dropped them; some of them rolling off.  Dean took one room while you and Sam took another.

When the morning came, the boys were like children on Christmas. They left the house in a hurry, jump starting the case to hopefully finish it early. You had followed them out with hopes by later that night you’d get to sleep in the bunker.

However, the case was a complete mess.

Someone decided to steal evidence that the three of you needed, so you were stuck hunting them down to gather the information you needed. Then tackling the case from there was just as hectic. You were each exhausted and frustrated, so Dean dropped the two of you off to get food and a beer run. Meanwhile, Sam had decided to hit the library up for a little more research, hoping that he would find his theory was correct.

You were the only one inside the home. Your flashlight on your phone had died what felt like hours ago, and you didn’t dare to move and find the flashlights you had somewhere inside the house. It was a home you weren’t used to; which meant any noise it made had you thrown on a slight edge. There was no way anything could get you, if it tried you knew what to do to take it down; but it still startled you.

The house was freezing and you watched your breath fog up the window. Using the fuzzy blanket, you wiped it away smearing it before you fully cleared it away. You had taken all the warm, fuzzy blankets and wrapped yourself in a human burrito. Dean was probably hitting the bar before he went to get more beer and food, and Sam probably lost himself in a pile of books. You sighed softly as the time dragged on by. The snow glittered underneath the streetlamp by the road, the pieces catching the light and setting the ground afire in it’s gentle warm glow.

Had each flake that drifted by been like a shooting star, you would’ve been rich with wishes. But you knew deep down the wishes remained the same. You could’ve counted them on your hands.

Sam was the first to return to find you wrapped up. He chuckled softly as he stepped further into the open living room, shutting the door behind him and rubbing his hands together. He approached, hoping you’d open up to him and warm him up.

“Sorry I’m so late… I sorta got sidetracked.”

You chuckled softly as he tucked down to the floor and into the blanket bundle with you, “I had a feeling that’s what happened.”

“I can make it up to you?”

“You don’t have to Sam. It was for the case and I knew you’d get sucked in. It doesn’t bother me, really. I promise.”

Sam’s brows shot up. You missed it the first time so he tried again.

This time you caught the look in his eyes as he spoke, the orbs reflecting the light that poured in from the window.

“I can make it up to you.”