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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Sam is very attentive to you afterwards, and it‘s like he‘s always prepared or thinking ahead. He makes sure you have a glass of water to drink, cleans you up, if you‘re up for it he‘ll carry you to the shower. He can even throw a massage in there, if you’d like one. You don‘t have to lift a single finger.

Keeps asking you if you‘re okay, if anything hurts. Showers you in kisses all over, so much so you think it‘ll turn into a second session.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his arms and shoulders. You always hold onto them as if your life depends on it and it‘s so easy for him to pick you up with them, or engulf you in a tight embrace. Usually he’s not one to brag or flex, but he likes to impress you. He obviously works out and every now and then enjoys showing off his muscle mass to you.

His hands. They‘re so big compared to yours and also quite useful. He loves the sight of his long fingers working your sex, or when he grabs a fistful of your thighs. His grip is like iron when he holds your waist, calloused against your smooth skin. Basically just loves manhandling you.

As for you, he loves your legs. Whatever outfit you‘re wearing, tight pants, loose sweatpants, short or long skirt, it always draws his attention to them. Needless to say, he prefers them wrapped around his hips, or alternatively your thighs draped over his shoulders.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He has an amazingly healthy diet and he‘s a vegetarian, his cum has a nice smell and taste to it.

But Sam still prefers cumming inside of you, so long as no risk of pregnancy is involved (i.e. birth control, ot anal sex). Those urges are primal, he loves the idea of marking you up from within. The best part of filling you up is watching it drip out after he pulls out and he enjoys pushing it back in with his fingers, telling you not to let a single drop go to waste. 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He‘s walked in on you once, touching yourself. You didn‘t notice him and he wanted to be a gentleman and walk back out, but he was frozen in place for long enough to watch you orgasm. That image is still vivid in his mind and he feels equally turned on and ashamed of it. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He‘s had his fair share of sexual encounters and he knows how to satisfy his partner. His body count is just shy of double digits, or barely above it, which is plenty enough of experience to know what he likes and to recognize what his partners enjoy. Confident in his skills for a reason.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Sam loves any position that involves pinning you down and fucking you stupid into the nearest surface. Against a wall, bent over a table, pushed doggy style into the mattress. Bonus points if he can grab your hair or choke you from behind to pull your back against his chest. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He‘s not messing around. Sam is on a mission to make you see stars and forget your own name and he‘s serious about that.

When he‘s not deadset on making you drunk of his dick, then it‘s about being passionate with you in a gentle manner. But he‘s not relying on jokes to satisfy you. It‘s not a game, it‘s serious. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Very well groomed and insistent on his personal hygiene. You think he‘s just adamant about the hair on his head? Apply that to the rest of his body too, he makes sure he‘s clean and tidy everywhere at all times.

He keeps it short down there, but not entirely bare. His body hair on his arms and chest is thick and dense, but not unruly.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

Sex with Sam is intense. With feelings involved, you are his to worship as well as claim. 

He‘s anything but a brute. You‘re his treasure and he treats you accordingly. Expect him to go over the top when he has the chance to. He doesn‘t care if you think it‘s cheesy. You deserve a nice hotel room, a bottle of champagne, rose petals leading to the king sized bed and scented candles. He‘ll go the extra mile as often as possible.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

It‘s not his favorite way of getting off. He prefers having you satisfy that need for him and returning the favor. So if it comes down to pleasuring himself, it‘s probably when you two can‘t be together. Even then he tries texting you or giving you a call, your voice helps immensely.

In a scenario where he can neither see you nor talk to you over the phone, he prefers to do it under the shower and get it over with quickly. It‘s mostly for releasing the tension and never because he wants to properly enjoy himself. The shower is a practical way of cleaning up right after and the least messy method.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Marking! Sam wants your body covered in remnants of his touch. Hickeys, bitemarks, bruises shaped like his fingers and hands, your ass and thighs tender and red. Every inch of your body should be proof that you‘re his.

Choking. You feel so small under him and those big hands of his fit perfectly around your throat, his long fingers holding you until your face goes red and your breath starts to stutter.

I feel like he‘d be into blindfolding and Shibari (or simple handcuffing works too). There‘s something so intimate about getting to drape your body the way he wants and tying you up with these pretty ropes. This way he can tell how much you trust him, blindly if necessary.

Cockwarming. Oh, he enjoys having you squirm in his lap or kneeling in front of him, any of your holes so full and stretched out by him while he focuses on the book in his hands. It gets you needy and when your impatience wins over, he gets to put you in your place.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Shower. It‘s like sex has turned into some kind of morning ritual and unwinding before bed activity for the both of you. What‘s there not to love, when he can pick you up so easily and pin you to the glass? Oh, and washing each other‘s hair, scrubbing each other‘s back? It‘s the best way to start and end the day. 

He generally prefers the privacy and comfort of your shared room. Every piece of furniture there has undergone thorough testing.

The bed works nicely, although you‘ve definitely broken it before. The desk is a good option, the chair an even better one. Against the bookshelf was a little clumsy, but it worked. And, yes, he‘s had you down on the floor before too.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Once the two of you were doing research together and you were so focused on reading a book. With a pencil you scribbled down notes and when you were deep in thought, you‘d tap it against your lips or put it in your mouth. Your lips around it, your teeth holding it – fuck, that made his blood rush straight down to his core.

Anything domestic makes his heart flutter. His life is so chaotic and you‘re already his anchor as is. But when you‘re humming to yourself as you fold the laundry, all he wants to do is grab you and kiss you dizzy. When you‘re doing little dances in the kitchen, he can‘t help but let his eyes roam all over you. 

On a more deprived note: After a particularly rough hunt you were covered in grime. Sweat, dirt, and blood that was luckily not yours but the vampire‘s you had just decapitated was sticking to your skin, you looked disheveled and badass. He didn‘t know he had a serious thing for dirty until then.

Loves it when you’re touching his hair. You’re the only one allowed to mess it up, card your fingers through it. You pulling on it makes him weak.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

It‘s not a hard no, but he doesn‘t care much for being dominated. Sam likes to be in charge and your attempts of taking over are, at most, cute in his opinion. He might entertain the idea of it to indulge in your little attempts, but it‘s just until he gets to flip you around and show you how it‘s really done.

Anything public, maybe. Sam prefers to have you all to himself and he‘s rather possessive when it comes to you. Your sex life is reserved for you and him only, he doesn‘t need any witnesses or participants.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He prefers giving over receiving, because you just look ethereal when you’re all flushed, his head nestled between your thighs as he holds you down and works his tongue on you. When Sam goes down on you, he‘s devouring you whole until you beg him to stop. Performing oral on you is only done right, in his opinion, when you‘re overstimulated afterwards.

When you suck his cock, it‘s about the only thing he lets you control fully. He might grasp your hair, but you set the pace. It‘s a rare occasion during sex for him to lean back and enjoy the show.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He‘s rough. Really rough.

His pace varies between slow and fast thrusts, because switching it up is the magic ingredient for him. But he always hits hard and deep and with purpose. Every draw of his hips against yours makes your body jolt.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

They‘re not only convenient for you two, they‘re amazing. More often than not has Sam pulled you aside to the nearest private space and taken care of you in under three minutes. He gets off on making you crumble and cum quickly.

If he can, he‘ll take his time with you. But you‘re constantly on the road and sometimes a couple of minutes is all you have. He makes the most out of every second. A handful of minutes is all he needs to make your legs shake.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Yes. There‘s little to nothing that he‘s not open to trying. He‘s used to danger, almost to the point of desensitization — risky acts during sex are just that but a positive and satisfying version of it. So long as he still has things under control, he‘s down for anything.

That said, he‘s a man of routine. What works for him, works for him and he doesn‘t need to change a winning team, right? Doesn‘t mean it‘s any less exciting, he can never get bored of you and he makes sure you‘re just as satisfied.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

His stamina is insane. He can last for hours, if you both have the time for it. His self control is immaculate and he truly holds on to his own orgasm until you‘re absolutely satiated.

It‘s more like one insanely long round. He prefers it that way, to make that one count and to drag it out, milking it for what it‘s worth. Usually you‘re both satisfied enough – and too exhausted.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Sam Winchester doesn‘t need any toys. His body has enough tools to take you apart without any additional help. If you said you wanted to try a dildo, for example, he‘d just double down on pounding his cock into you and he‘d ask you if you still needed anything else to fill that pretty hole of yours. 

The most he can get behind is a blindfold or ropes to tie you up. Nothing for between your legs or to penetrate you though. That‘s his job.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Making you beg and whimper needily is his mission. He loves getting you all desperate and whiny. He has internalized everything that drives you crazy, he knows where to touch, what to say, which kind of glance to throw at you. Teasing you is so fun and he can do it for hours upon hours.

He‘s rather impatient, which is why he wouldn‘t appreciate getting teased much. Being on the receiving end of this just doesn’t do it for him – that is to say, you won’t get away with much before he takes matters into his own punishing hands. He might enjoy your attempts of seducing him, but he takes what he wants (so long as you‘re okay with it ofc). If you’re trying to get him to snap, teasing is the way to go.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

You are the lead singer here, your voice the center role. He intends to make you moan and scream until you forget your own name and can only remember his.

Doesn’t mean he’s breaking a sweat to hold it back. His self control game is strong, that’s all. From him you’ll hear heavy, but steady breathing. Occasional growls.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Sam is definitely the type to rearrange your insides and then, after taking care of you and cleaning up, casually goes on with his day as if nothing happened. He’s nose-deep into his book again as if he didn’t just split you open on his cock ten minutes ago. This includes the most outlandish random conversations and deep talk too.

Like... What do you mean “Did you know, according to the lore, tulpas can be prone to allergies?” – you’re still trying to catch your breath while he’s already being a nerdy smartass again???

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Little Sammy needs its own trigger warning.

The man’s a giant not only in height, but also in the downstairs apartment and it’s honestly intimidating the first few times around. Well above average. Like way up there, the big dick energy is accurate. Something over 7 inches and thick, heavy, curved, veiny.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Honestly, Sam’s libido is not that high, but he’s just a man with needs too. He definitely would tease you for being way hornier than him. While he takes pleasure in intimacy, he’s not a horndog. It’s about quality over quantity for him anyway.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Referring back to the wild card headcanon, Sam usually isn’t very tired after sex. In fact, he makes sure you’re the first to fall asleep in his arms. He’s the one who’s probably worn you out way more than he exerted himself, after all.

He can’t clock out before he knows you’re comfortable and have everything you need to rest. Additionally, he likes the feeling of you cuddling up to him and wants to relish in that for a bit, before he drifts off.

3rd Person POV.

After Y/N and Sam got dressed and laid down together again, Y/n snuggling into his side, John and Dean came back. 

They came with some information printed from the library. Apparently, Y/n’s sex curse was planned to fulfill your most private fantasies. 

It was used as a torture, the longest the victim tried to avoid it, the hornier they would get. They got the plan to, with her consent, fulfill those fantasies as much as they could. They all knew that the others also liked her. She was perfect in the eyes of all the males. And even if John and Dean felt jealous for the time that Sam had just had they knew that they could have it too.

Sam, John, and Dean talked about this while Y/n was still sleeping. Sam, all blushed, explained to his brother and father that in fact, Y/n was out of herself when she had done it with him. And as she was so calm at the moment, it meant that doing it with Sam was one of Y/n’s dark secret fantasies. 

John licked his lips, thinking of Y/n’s dark fantasies. Dean’s features were darkened. 

´´Bro, I wanted to get with her since we met her those years ago`` Dean whined at his brother. ´´I’ve been trying all the time, and you come when she is cursed and fuck her first``. Sam rolled his eyes. 

After that, the brothers continued to fight, while John looked at Y/n up and down, before shaking her gently to wake her up.

Y/n got up, feeling the three males towering over her. They felt their pants tighten up on their crotches. She also felt a wetting sensation on her panties. 

Sam and Dean where still shooting glares at each other, one jealous and the other one with a victory smirk on his face. Both brothers went outside to not disturb the girl. 

´´Hey, Sweetheart``John’s raspy voice got Y/n out of her thoughts. He licked his lips looking at her, scratching his salt n’ pepper beard.

 Y/n’s aching core getting stronger each second that passed. John smiled at her, seeing her nasty thoughts painted all over her face. This damn curse could be worth it after all.

 ´´ Look, Baby girl`` John said, towing over her ´´The curse you have is a sexual curse, and the only way of surviving is fulfilling your darkest and most secret fantasies. You already did some with Sammy, now you need to tell me everything. I know it might be shocking and embarrassing, but tell me, baby`` 

He finished. Y/n looked between terrified and also extremely horny. Her lustful look making John swallow hard. No woman had intimidated John Winchester sexually before, but there is always a first time, right?

´´Well, I’ve got to tell you, don’t I?`` Y/n said in a playful tone.

´´No playing games baby girl, Daddy doesn’t want to show you manners`` John said, cupping one side of her face. She felt oddly turned on by John’s use of the word Daddy. 

She then proceeded to lick his hand, sucking at his thumb, taking the male by surprise. She was being really playful in that magical state of mind. 

John started feeling a tingly sensation go down his spine, was she causing this effect on him? Was it part of the curse or was he so turned on that he could do anything?

Later on, she sat really close to him, mumbling into his ear that one of her fantasies was having him. 

´I want to feel you inside of me` she said, nibbling at his earbud. ´And I know you want me too` she then proceeded to pass her hand over the growing bulge in his pants, sending a shiver down the eldest Winchester’s spine. 

´Sweetheart, you couldn’t handle me even if you tried` John said, smiling at her with a smirk on his face. He was getting into her game.

´Oh, I am a big girl` she said, getting into his lap, grinding with his huge erection. ´Maybe you are  the one that wouldn’t handle me, Daddy` she almost moaned into his ear, using the nickname she knew that was his thing. 

John growled low on his throat, his hands finding their way to hold and squeeze Y/n’s butt. 

The girl giggled at the act, smiling sheepishly at him. 

John couldn’t resist any longer Y/n’s teasing, he attacked her lips hungrily. She kissed back almost instantly, letting the man take control. Or maybe, just let him feel he had control over the situation. 

´Oh, fuck sweetheart` John grunted. He started trailing kisses down Y/n neck. With one shift move he took off her baggy shirt, exposing her breasts. Her nipples already hardening from Y/n’s arousal.

John felt the almost hurting sensation at his crotch, if it was kept inside for longer, he would cream his pants. I wasn’t something he wanted to do. 

Y/n softly pinched one of her nipples, making it roll around in her fingers. John was almost loosing his mind. 

He went fast for the other one, sucking at the bud and making Y/n shiver with the sudden action. 

His hands were pressing her butt while he sucked and toyed her nipple. 

In between soft breaths, Y/n pushed John slightly away to have enough space to pull down her baggy pants. Showing him she wasn’t wearing any panties. 

John groaned with pleasure, feeling his cock leak with precum. He downed himself at her pussy. Seeing the wetness and feeling hornier with each second that passed. 

Without second thought he roared ´Oh, so wet for Daddy` before burying himself in her wet folds. Licking, sucking and kissing every inch.

She was pretty sensitive, and all the movement got her going. The only thing that sounded on the motel room were Y/n’s soft moans and the dirty wet sounds John was creating in her pussy. 

She started feeling heat coming up from her pussy to her stomach, she was close. Her hands tugging at John’s hair while little twitches filled her legs. Her toes curled and she let out a pleasure cry cross-eyed. 

The orgasm waves filled every inch of her body, giving shivers here and there. John was cleaning her up before rising. He took a condom out of his pants. 

Fast enough he took off his pants and boxers, showing Y/n with pride his huge cock. It was glistened with precum all over it, twitching and looking like it was about to explode. 

John easily rolled the condom on, capturing his gigantic staff in it, and alined with Y/n’s entrance. ´Oh, God` Y/n moaned. 

´Call me Daddy` John grunted into her ear, filling her up with his dick. He entered in just one movement. 

Y/n’s eyes rolled back for a moment, the sudden move with her over sensitive pussy made her see the starts. 

He started railing her without warning. ´Daddy, ohhh Daddy` Y/n screamed in between moans and hot breaths. Her tits going up and down with every thrust. John grabbed one, nursing it while he moved. 

´How much did you want this?` John asked, his voice husky. ´Say it, tell me, How much did you want my cock to fill you up?` He plastered a kiss into her parted lips, exploring her mouth with his tongue. Letting her moan against his tongue. 

She was a moaning mess before she could say anything ´Ohhh Daddy, I wanted you to fill me up for soooo long.` she said, stoping mid-sentence to exhale a shaky breath. 

Letting out a few more moans that grew louder with each thrust, she came, hard enough to spill her juices all the way up to John’s lower abs. 

He smirked, giving in to pleasure and releasing into the condom. After that he passed his fingers over his lowers abs and licked them, smiling at Y/n. 

When he looked at her she had already passed out. She fell asleep right away. 

´Woah, this curse must be powerful` John laughed. He clothed himself and Y/n. Then he laid himself down and pulled her to his chest. Before drifting off.

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As you’re walking to the bathroom you can feel eyes burning into your backside. You close the bathroom door and turn the water to the perfect temperature. Scolding hot. “No exfoliating tonight I guess.” You say as you step under the spray. You take a quick shower and throw your hair into a towel and put your shorts and matching pajama shirt. When you come out of the bathroom you can see Dean laying on the end of the couch with his legs thrown over the armrest and his left arm tucked under his head, and his right arm flipping through pages of a “Poker for dummies” book. “My dad got me that as a gag gift when I told him that I wanted to learn how to play with him and his buddies. He thought it would help.” You chuckle and you make your way over to the kitchen and pour yourself a hefty glass of whiskey. Sitting on the couch with your legs crossed and drink in your hands between your legs you look over at Dean. His eyes land on the glass of whiskey in your hands and his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. His eyes trail up your folded legs, to your arms, and then to your shoulder that’s peeking out of your loose top. “Going a little hard on the bottle tonight are we?” You chuckle as you take a big swig relishing the burn that spreads throughout your chest. “Why not?” You smirk up at him and take another sip Dean tilts his head and smiles. He scoots over a little closer to you, “Y/n, I gotta be honest with you. You walking around here in those shorts are making it hard for me to stay on my side of the couch.” 

You weren’t sure what happened to you at that moment. You’ve never been this brave before. Sure you sparred with all the big guys in the camp but things like this terrified you. It’s like something was awoken in you and it felt damn good. Your skin grew hot and your palms sweaty, heart racing. You downed the rest of your drink and sat your glass on the table and looked at Dean, “Then don’t.”

That’s all it took before he was on you. One hand gripping your hip and the other behind your head holding you to his face kissing you deeper. His lips were soft and plump, moving with yours in perfect rhythm. He runs his hand down your body over your chest giving your right breast a squeeze before trailing his hand down your stomach and to the top of your shorts. Putting just the tip of his fingers into your waistband silently asking to go further. “I need you to touch me Dean.” He smiles and your lips and breaks the kiss and moves to your neck marking it on his way down your neck. He bites down onto your collarbone and you whimper underneath him. He pulls your shirt over your head, hands immediately go to your breasts teasing your nipples and rubbing them in between his fingers. He dips his head and sucks your right nipple into his mouth and you moan. “Feel how hard you make me Y/n.” You trace your hand along his chest, over his belt and then unbuckle his jeans. He’s pulling your shorts down before you can protest, not that you would, and his first finger sinks into you. Making you throw your head back. You pull his cock out and pump him a few times and then squeeze. He plunges two fingers deep into you and curls them. “Oh fuck Dean.” “So wet for me already baby. Tell me how you want it.” You gasp and moan as he sets a brutally slow pace. “I want you to fuck me Dean, please?” 

There is a giant gate with an archway covered in vines. There are a few buildings, a couple of cabins lining each side of the clearing, and what looks like a market type thing. “How long did you say we were staying for?” “C’mon Dean. it won’t be that bad. Let's go find the girl who’s showing us around.” Sam says before Dean can say anything. “Okay Sammy. Slow your roll she’s probably not into younger guys.” Dean laughs and nudges Sam’s shoulder. Billy, walks up and embraces John. “It’s good to see you John. It’s been too long. Are these the boys you told me so much about. They must have been much younger back then though.” “That’s right Billy, they were only knee high around that time.” Sam and Dean both go up to shake Billy’s hand. “It’s really great to meet you. We’ve heard a lot of stories about you.” Dean quips. “Yeah. For sure.” Sam smiles awkwardly. Not having any idea who this man was. “Alright boys that’s enough. Billy why don’t we go talk and the boys can go find Y/n.” Billy laughs and points to the biggest tent and says, “She’s in there boys. It’s Saturday which is Y/n’s combat training day. Feel free to join.”  

The boys make their way to the tent and hear people fighting. Not just one person though it sounds like at least 4 people. They walk into the tent and Y/n has one guy pinned down on the floor another knocked unconscious and the other just got a kick to the jaw with a very audible crack. “Damn.” 

You spin around to see two very tall and hot boys are standing in the doorway of the tent. “Can I help you?” You say while walking towards the boys. “Who are you guys?” You ask and the shorter one with spiky hair and perfect lips reaches out his hand for you to shake and you oblige, “My name is Dean and this is Sam, we’re the Winchester’s. Our Dad, John, is friends with your Dad, Billy, right?” You smile and wrap Dean in a giant hug squeezing him. “Oh my god. I have heard so much about you both.” Dean can’t help but feel how your body presses up against his and how much smaller you are compared to his large frame, the smell of lavender and some kind of cinnamon whiskey invades his senses. But before he can hug you back you’re sliding away from him and into Sam’s arms. Sam wastes no time in wrapping his arms around her much smaller body and lifts you off the ground. While Dean envies Sam. Sam puts you down and you smile at them both. “Let's take you to the cabin you guys will be staying in. It’s right next to mine. My dad thought it would be better so you weren’t so far away from everything. To make you more comfortable.” Sam and Dean both smile. 

Later that night after Y/n had shown them around the camp and where they could get extra things for their cabin, they ate dinner and said goodnight. While Sam is laying in bed Dean is in the shower thinking about how you bounced around as you showed them around the camp and introduced them to the shopkeepers and the other people you knew around the place. He watched as you bent over to smell some flowers and your ass stuck out just right. It made him hard thinking about how you would look bent over for him. He shuddered at the thought. Then he thought about how Sammy was looking at you. Dean wasn’t going to waste anymore time fantasizing about it. He was going to do it. 

"Y/N," Cass says. I can by the tone of his voice that he's worried. "You got hit by sex pollen." There goes Cass being blunt as always. Well than explains why I'm so wet, I think. "Yes, that would explain your arousal." Cass answers. "Cass, what have I told you about reading my mind?" "My apologies." "I'm fine. I'll just go deal with this in my room." I start walking away. "I'm afraid that won't work." I turn around to face him. "What?" I ask. "You cannot take care of it yourself. It has to be with someone else." "Can't I just ignore it?" I whine. It's been a very long time since I had sex. There hasn't been anyone since my fiance died. I can't bring myself to go there with anyone else. "It will be extremely painful."

"Cass." I frown. "There hasn't been anyone since Noah has there?" He asks. I shake my head. Maybe I can deal with the pain? "I can help to ease it. But it will be a difficult pain to deal with."   I nod. He instructs me to put on as little clothing as I am comfortable with wearing. I decided that a pair of running shorts and a sports bra. I was hesitant to wear such little clothing. I knew that Castiel would never make me feel uncomfortable. A soft knock sounds through my room. Cass sticks his head in the room."How are you feeling?" He questions. "Like I'm on fire," I complain. Cass did warn me that my body would overheat like it is. He steps inside the room. "I am going to take your temperature," Cass warns. He allows me time to cover myself if I feel necessary. I'm too hot to worry about my modesty at the moment. He raises the thermometer to my lips. I open my mouth for him to put it under my tongue. "Your temperature is getting too high." I can see the worry in his eyes. Has Cass always been this attractive? His lips look so full. God, how amazing they'd feel agianst my skin. He frowns at me briefly before he sighs. Right, he can read my mind. Sorry Cass. He smiles at me slightly. "We have to get you cooled down Y/N." "Ice bath?" I whisper. "I'm afraid so." He zaps us into one of the many bathrooms in the bunker. Sam installed a tub for me in this bathroom. I had made a joke about wanting to soak for the rest of my life once. Dean distracted me while Sam put it in. Cass snaps and, fills the tub full of ice and, water. I force myself to get into the tub. My teeth chatter as I submerge myself in the freezing water. Cass zaps out of the room to give me some privacy. I don't know how long I had been in the tub. I didn't feel any less hot. Cass popped in with a thermometer. "You're temperature has not gone down." He looks me in the eyes. He's trying to let me know that I no longer have an option here. He doesn't want to say it. He's trying to be gentle with me. "Y/N," Cass says. "I'll try to ease it again." Cass presses two fingers on my forehead. Just him touching me this innocently sent a spark throughout my body. I can help the noise that slips out of my mouth at his touch. He looks down at me. His gaze drops from my face for the first time. I can see his eyes darken as he takes in my figure. "Cass," I moan. "Y/N." "Please," I reply in hopes that he understands what I want. In a whirl of dizziness, we were suddenly in my room. I felt a chill run up my spine. I'm not cold for long. Cass wraps his arms around me. He brushes the hair out of my face. "Are you sure that you want this?" "Please, Castiel." He groans as he drops his head into my neck. "I love it when you say my name." He starts kissing down my throat. He grabs at my ponytail. He yanks my head back to give him more access to my skin. He runs his tongue along the top of my sports bra. He works his way back up to my face.His hand cups the back of my head. His lips are on mine. God, I was right about his lips feeling amazing. His tongue slides agianst mine. I could spend forever kissing him. "Let's take these off." He reaches to pull off my sports bar. I lift my arms to allow him to pull it off. It falls to the ground with a wet slap. His lips find my breasts. He sucks on my nipple as his other hand reaches for my shorts. He slides his hand into my shorts. He cups my center. He hums as his fingers run through my lips. "So wet." He murmurs.

I can confidently say that both Winchesters are packing. It's interesting how little shame the pair has when it comes to nudity. I guess they're used to it only being the two of them. I do catch Sam blushing when he remembers that I can see his entire naked ass. Both Winchester's are a work of art. They are so pretty. I don't think they realize how beautiful they are. The real reason I'm so grateful to be alone is to have space away from Sam. He's shown more skin in the past couple of months than he has since I've known him. It's starting to affect the way I see the taller Winchester. I tried my hardest to never see the brothers in a sexual light. I knew that if I ever started having feelings for either of them, it would get complicated. I am hoping that this whatever it is with Sam is the result of sexual frustration. It's been a while since I've had time to get myself off. Let alone have sex. Yeah, that's it. I just need some time with my vibrator. Now that the bunker was empty that's precisely what I plan on doing. I have the luxury of being able to take my time.

I strip down before laying out on my bed. God it's been so long. I take the time to tease kneed my boobs. I pinch my pierced nipples. I run my hands down my stomach to my thighs. I tease myself by running my hands up and down my thighs. I want to draw this out. It's been so long since I've had the time to tease myself. I run a finger through my lips. Nice and wet. I tease my clit with my fingers before I turn on the vibrator. I start on the lowest setting. I open my eyes briefly and think I see Sam standing by the door. I brush it off, closing my eyes. I turn up the speed. I hear the sound of my door hitting the wall. I jump as I pull the blankets over myself. I did see Sam standing in the doorway. My eyes widen. Sam bumps into the door as he runs away. Needless to say, the mood was ruined.

Neither of us said anything about it when he got back. He hardcore avoided me for days. I don't blame him. I'd do the same. How do you talk about that? Oh, Sorry I watched you playing with yourself. I'd never seen the younger Winchester so flustered before. When he finally stopped avoiding me. I thought things would go back to normal. I was wrong. I didn't think I'd ever heard Sam Winchester stutter before. He couldn't get out a full word without a stammer in his speech. Dean thought it was amusing seeing Sam so flustered. I was honestly tired of it. I missed my friend. I didn't have anyone to go running with me anymore. I asked Dean one morning. He said no among other things. Whatever is up with Sam had been going on for three weeks at this point. I am getting fed up with his constant uneasiness. As awkward as this conversation is going to be, we have to have it. The last time I had seen him, he was hiding in his room. I hesitate to knock on the door. I can't chicken out. Sam and I need to clear the air. I knock lightly. I don't hear an answer. He's going back to avoiding me I guess.

I let out a frustrated sigh as I open his door. "Look-" I start to speak. I stop when I notice that Sam is fully naked. He's got his hand wrapped around his impressive erection. He covers himself quickly. His face flushed and slightly sweaty. I can't tell if he's blushing or not. "I guess we're even now." Sam attempts to joke. "You watched for longer," I say.  Why did I say that? I'm supposed to be making things less awkward between us. "I did." He admits. He looks me up and down. He takes his bottom lip in between his teeth. "To be truly even, you'd have to watch me." Is he serious? I can see the lust swimming around in his eyes. He's giving me the option to walk away. I knew that if I did, he wouldn't bring it up. We'd just forget this whole thing happened. I don't know if I can walk away from him. I can't stop thinking about how he looked at me. "I haven't stopped thinking about you since that day," Sam admits. "All spread out, dripping wet. So fucking beautiful." And just like that, I've made up my mind. "Well, what are you waiting for?" I ask. I take a seat in the chair at his desk. He smirks at me. He pulls the sheets off of his body. His length bobs as he adjusts. I knew he was packing but, damn when he's hard. He wraps his hand around himself. He strokes himself slowly while eyeing me. "Need some inspiration, Sammy?" I ask. He nods as he speeds up his strokes. I stand up. I pull my shirt over my head. I tease both of us as I run my hands down my sides. I cup my boobs still in my bra. His eyes glaze over with lust as I squeeze myself. I turn around. I unclip my bra. I let it slide off my shoulders. He moans at the action. I decided to stop teasing him. I turn to face him showing him my chest. His eyes find the shiny metal on my nipples. I play with the piercings briefly. He uses his thumb to swipe across the tip. "Get over here." Sam moans. I finish stripping quickly. I straddle him. His hands move to my hips. He leans up to kiss me. It's all teeth and tongue. One of his hands moves to run along my pussy. "Already so wet." Sam moans. "Does seeing me jack off turn you on baby girl?" I whine at the name. He hums as he inserts his middle finger into me. "Sam" "So tight too." He adds another finger. He rubs against that special spot that no man has ever found. "Sam, please," I whine. I grind against his hand. "Please what?" "Please fuck me." He doesn't respond but, he pulls his fingers out. He takes them into his mouth moaning at the taste of me. God, that's so hot. "I have to taste you later. I've got to be inside you now." He reaches for his cock. He runs it along my center. He bumps it against my clit. "Sam," I whine. I lift myself to press down on to him. The burn of him stretching me feels amazing. It seems like he's never going to bottom out. He lets out a groan as he finally bottoms out.

"Feels so good." Sam groans. He grips my hips to help me bounce. The drag of his cock on my walls feels fantastic. He catches my lips as I ride him. He suddenly wraps his arms around my body. He moves me to my back. His face is pressed against my neck. He pulls almost all the way out before he slams back into me. "Fuck." I moan as he grips his headboard. He's ramming into me. He brings one of his hands to my clit. His thumb makes tight circles on it. "Gonna cum for me? Cum all over my cock." Sam groans. He grinds into as he thrust back in. "Fuck, so tight." "Holy shit, I'm gonna cum." I warn as His thrust quicken. I can tell he's close. He starts to lose his rhythm. The band in my stomach snaps. I moan out a series of his name.

"Fuck, Y/N." Sam grunts as he cums. His warm seed releases inside me. He thrust a few more times before collapsing on top of me. He keeps most of his weight off of me. He takes his head out of my neck. He places a soft kiss on my lips. A stark contrast to the other kisses we've shared. He pulls out. I feel his cum run down to the sheets. He wraps his arms around me and, pulls me into his chest. I rest my head on his solid chest. I don't question what happened or why. I just enjoy the feeling of having him close. He presses a kiss to the side of my head. "I uh... I know it's usually done the other way around but, I like you, Like a lot. It's okay if you don't feel the same. If this was a one time kind of thing for you. That's cool. We can pretend it never happened. I just, I don't want it to be a one time kind of thing." Sam whispers. "I like you too," I admit. I've known all along that I had feelings for the giant. I just didn't want to admit it. I was afraid of losing him. "You do?" He asks hope filling his voice.