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Characters - Dean x Reader, Sam. Word count - 450 Warnings -  None. Written for - @spnfluffbingo   Square filled - Free Space Summary -  Dean’s a little curious and goes snooping.

“Who the hell are you texting so much?” Dean asked throwing himself down onto the bed next to you trying to get a peek at your phone.

“No one.”

“Lies, lemme see.”

“No.” Locking it you put it face down on the bedside table. “It’s really none of your business if it’s not hunt related keep your beak out.”

“She doesn’t ask you when you’re texting someone.” Sam looked over from the table he was sat at.

“We spend all day with her I’m just curious.”

Summary: Dean’s appetite never fails to amaze you. Word Count: 196 [tags under the cut] Warnings: Post-sex fluff and silliness Author’s Note: We’re super excited about these drabbles and hope you enjoy them.

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Besides the mind-blowing sex, cuddling with Dean post-coitus was the highlight of your evening, or morning, or whenever the sex happened to occur. This latest time found the two of you in your own motel room - not the skeevy kind, on a queen-sized bed - thanks to your blue-ribbon hussle.

You rolled with Dean to your side, his fingers curling into your hair, his lips constantly moving, against yours, brushing against your cheeks and throat, jawline and ear. You’ve got your hands on his back, nails scraping against his overheated skin, drawing nonsensical patterns.

With a stuttering breath, you pushed your head into the pillow and tangled your legs with Dean’s. He drug his knuckles down your neck and chest, chuckling when you gasped.

“What’sa matter?” he murmured, his lips trailing up and down your neck.

A content hum left your lips. “Jus’ tickles.”

Dean settled into his pillow, his jade eyes drilling into yours. “Know what sounds good?”

“Mmm mmm. Tell me,” you rasped, your fingers wandering aimlessly along his arm, up his shoulder, and into his hair.

“Pie,” he announced with a wink. He kissed the tip of your nose before shoving out of bed.

Imagine Sam’s reaction when you tell him you sold your soul to save him.

“Y/N, tell me you didn’t,” Sam begged once you had stopped talking. The pain etched on his face was clear. Tears were already welling up in his eyes. You reached out for contact, but he gently pushed you away. This brought on tears of your own.

“Sam, I,” you started but he immediately cut you off.

“How on earth am I supposed to live with this Y/N? Knowing that you died so I should live. The person I love the most in this world giving her life for the least deserving person in existence. I’m going to get you out of this. I will find a way,” he said desperately as he ran his hands through his hair.

“Sam, you can’t,” you said gently, keeping your distance.

“The hell I can’t!” He shouted. “Watch me! Why on earth would you do this anyway? Huh? Because I’m certainly not worth it. Your life is more precious and important than mine.”

“Don’t you dare,” you managed before tears cut off your words. They flowed freely as you continued to speak. “Sam Winchester, I refuse to be here without you. That may be selfish, but I love you. You can’t just die on me like that and expect me to just be okay with it, damnit!” You screamed at him as the tears continued to fall.

He yelled in return, “and I’m just supposed to live without you? To be okay with what YOU did? Do you realize what that will be like for me? Do you? You might as well take the air from my lungs. I’ll be that lost and useless without you, Y/N.”

As he said that, you closed the gap between the two of you and Sam allowed it. Your lips crashed onto his, your tears mixing with his on your check. You put every unspoken word into that kiss. Sam’s hand held the back of your neck firmly, keeping you as close to him as possible. His kiss was deep and desperate. Your fingernails clawed at the back of his shirt, no doubt leaving marks on his back despite the fact that there was cloth between your nails and his skin.

You pulled away slowly, collapsing into his arms in utter exhaustion. “I didn’t know what else to do, Sam. I’m sorry, but I can’t loose you again, and I couldn’t let Dean go through that Hell again either. It’s my turn,” you said with resignation.

He pulled you away from his chest and grabbed your face in his hands. “Like hell it is,” he said as he stared into your eyes. “Dean and I will find a way to get you out of this. I promise. You have to let me try.” He kissed your forehead and pulled you into a tight hug.