You sat at the table back at the bunker, tapping your pen against a book and thinking. You knew the kids between you and Sam was wrong, but hell did it ever feel right. His lips were soft yet firm, his strong hand had pushed through your hair while the other held your waist. The kiss lasted longer than you had planned before you pulled away, shaking your head. You mumbled a 'sorry' before you took off in the opposite direction.
"Baby, earth to Y/N." Dean snapped his fingers in front of your face, you hated it when he did that. "I'm gonna go down to the bar, knock back a few so I can get my 4 hours." He grins, and your mind flashes back to what Sam had said. You raise an eyebrow at him, not returning his smile.
"You boys have fun." You reply shortly, Dean doesn't seem to take notice which aggravates you more.
"Sammy's bein lame and doesn't want to come out with me. Says there's some documentary about ancient Indian burial grounds on Netflix that he been 'dying to see'" Dean rolls his eyes and you furrow your brow.
"So you're going alone?" You ask, Dean grins and nods
"Yeah. What? You don't trust me?" He jokes but you don't return the humour.
"No. Have fun." You say, a bit more harshly than planned. Dean shrugs.
"Will do. See you later beautiful" he leans down to kiss you and you move your head slightly so he only gets the corner of your mouth.
"Behave." You say in the same tone he used with Sam earlier. He pauses for a moment and then smiles, winking at you. You watch him grab his keys and walk out the door, your heart pounding with anger. 'He thinks I don't know. That's why he isn't picking up the attitude. He thinks I'm too stupid to ever think he's pulling shit behind my back.' You think, your hands ball into fists so tight that your nails leave marks in your palm. You push back your chair with a loud squeak and start the walk to your room. You move past Sam's room and hear the TV on, it does sound like he's watching some boring documentary, but there are other noises happening as well, you step closer to the door, listening intently. You can hear quiet moaning, almost as if someone had something in their mouth. You hear a bang and then another moan followed by a very quiet but very distinct "Y/N!" You step away from the door, wondering if you really heard what you think you did. You glance down at your clothes and run to your room, quickly changing into PJ shorts and an old, very ripped up band shirt, leaving your bra on the floor. You throw your hair into a messy ponytail and exit your room, you tiptoe over to Sam's room and listen again. The moaning has stopped and all you can hear is the Documentary playing. You knock on the door lightly and wait for a reply. Sam calls through the door for you to come in and you enter, Sam's eyes are focused on the TV, straining to not look over at you.
"Sam." You say, and his eyes travel over to you, you watch as he takes you in, your short PJ shorts, showing off your long legs, the band shirt that is so ripped it leaves little to the Imagination, despite it being so baggy. You return the favour to him, taking in his baggy sweatpants, his shirtless torso, his muscles flexing as they feel your eyes drift over them. He opens his mouth to speak but you beat him to it.
"Why didn't you go with Dean?" You ask. Sam looks back to the TV and shrugs. "Tell me." You say, taking a step forward. Sam notices our movement and he glances at you for a moment before looking back to the TV.
"I wanted to watch this." He says, pointing to the TV. You take another step forward.
"Is that the only reason?" You ask. Sam looks uncomfortable for a moment and then sighs, rubbing his calloused hand over his face.
"You know why Y/N" he says
"Do I?" You ask. Sam sits up suddenly, crossing his legs under him and clasping his hands together
"Yes. You do." You take another step towards him, the front of your legs touching the bed Sam was sitting on.
"Say it" you demand lightly. Sam puts his head down and shakes it. You soften your voice and repeat yourself. "Say it, Sam"
"BECAUSE I CANNOT STAND WATCHING HIM CHEAT ON YOU! I CANT SIT THERE WATCHING HIM THROW HIMSELF ALL OVER THESE OTHER GIRLS AND THEN GO HOME AND WATCH HIM TAKE THE GIRL I WANT INTO HIS ROOM! I FUCKING CANT STAND THE THOUGHT OF HIM HAVING HIS HANDS ON YOU AFTER THEYVE BEEN ALL OVER OTHER GIRLS! IF YOU WERE MINE ID..." He stops himself, running his hand through his hair.
"You'd what?" You ask, kneeling on the bed and sitting back on your heels. Sam looks into your eyes, that look full of hope and need and list. "What would you do if I were yours Sam?" Sam looks as if he is fighting with himself internally for a second and then he reaches across the bed, sliding his hand behind your neck. He pulls your face towards him and you follow, you face reaches his and you both pause, inches away from each other.
"Y/N" Sam breathes, you know he is fighting the desire to kiss you because of his brother.
"I won't tell if you don't." You say, pressing your lips against his. He kisses you back desperately, trying to pull you as close to him as possible. You run your hands over his shirtless body as he pushes his fingers through the holes in your shirt. He pulls away from the kiss and searches your face, trying to find any hint of hesitation. When he doesn't find it he tightens his grip and pulls, ripping the shirt clean off your body. You throw your head back as he covers your naked chest in soft kisses, he pulls your nipple into his mouth and sucks gently, you moan and he increases the suction, pulling at your skin gently with his teeth. He removes his mouth from your breast and looks back up at you. You looks down into his hazel eyes and push your hands through his hair. You pull his mouth up to yours and kiss him, grinding yourself against the hardness growing in his pants. He groans into your mouth and you smile, pushing him down against the bed so you are laying on top of him. You trail kisses down his chest, while your fingers work his pants button. You get it open and pull down his pants, taking his boxers with them. His member falls against his stomach, long and hard and thick. You throw his clothes over your shoulder and smile at Sam, who is now staring down at you with a mix of fear and shock. You lick a trail from his base to his head, pulling it into your mouth when you reach the top. Sam groans and throws his head back, relishing in the feeling of your mouth. You begin bobbing your head up and down on him, making him hiss through his teeth. You smile and remove your mouth, beginning to work him with your hand.
"You know, I heard you before." You say, your hand pumping his dick as you speak. You watch Sams eyes widen as he realizes what you mean.
"You... you did?" He asks between breaths
"Yep." You say. "I heard you call my name."
"I... I... I'm sorry." Sam breathes.
"Don't be." You say, smiling. "It was hot." Sam raises his head, looking at you.
"It was?" He asks. You smile and slide his member back into your mouth, Sam's head hits the pillow with a thud.
"Mmmmm" you moan. Sam groans in response. Suddenly you feel his strong hands grabbing your shoulders. Sam throws you onto the other side of the bed, crawling on top of you. He grabs your shorts and underwear and pulls them off your hips. He throws them across the room and brings kissing your legs, starting at your knees and moving his way up your thighs. He reaches your middle and looks up you, grinning. He licks a long strip against your folds and you cry out, digging your hands into his long hair. He continues licking, picking up speed. You groan in pleasure as he takes your clit into his mouth, sucking it gently, before returning to licking you. You feel your orgasm tightening in your stomach, you know you won't last much longer. You grab Sam's head and pull him up to your face, kissing him deeply. You wrap your legs around his waist and flex your thighs, pulling him inside you. You both gasp as he enters you.
"Fuck Sam!" You cry. Sam pauses for a moment, breathing heavily, before he brings moving in and out of you. You bite down on his shoulder and he moans. He quickens his pace, pulling out of you less and less and driving himself into you deeper.
"Sam! I'm going to.." you are cut off by Sam kissing you, forcing his tongue into your mouth. Your orgasm crashes over you and you moan loudly into Sam's mouth. He pushes himself up onto his forearms and picks his pace up again, making you writhe in pleasure as your orgasm continues.
"SAM!" You scream "come with me!" That pushes him over the edge and he groans as he releases his cum inside of you. His fingers dig into your skin. As your orgasms fade Sam lays his forehead against your chest, kissing your skin.
"Fuck." He says. He slides out of you and rolls off to the side. He lays there breathing heavily. You roll into your side and throw your arm over his chest, he turns to you and smiles. "That was amazing" he whispers
"Agreed" you reply.
You both lay in silence for a while, until suddenly you hear the bunker door slam.
"Sammy! Y/N! I'm home!" You hear Deans drunken voice call. You both scramble to get dressed, noticing that your shirt is in tatters, you grab a plain black shirt from Sam's closet and quickly sit on opposite ends of the bed, pretending to be watching the TV. Dean bursts into the room. "What's goin on here?" He slurs.
"I decided to watch the documentary with Sam." You say, noticing the lipstick mark on the corner of Deans mouth. "How was your night?" You ask, a slight edge in your voice. Dean grins at you and says
"Awesome!" He looks behind you at Sam and winks, thinking you don't notice. You glare at him
"Go to bed, Dean. Sam and I are gonna finish this show." Deans bottom lip quivers in a pout
"But.. I though we could.. ya know." He raises his eyebrows at you, making your blood boil.
"Not tonight." You reply sharply, Dean looks taken aback, it isn't often you turn him down for sex. "And by the way, there's something on your face." Deans eyes go wide and he runs his hand along his mouth, staring down at the bright red on his fingers.
"Baby, it's not.."
"Go to bed" you cut him off. Dean slumps his shoulders and leaves the room, a minute later you hear his door shut. You turn back to Sam, who is staring at you in disbelief.
"Are you okay?" He asks, you smirk and straddle his legs, pulling his shirt off your body. His eyes go wide and travel over your body hungrily.
"I will be, once you get Naked and get inside me again." You say, wiggling your eyebrows at him.
"Round two" he says, grinning.
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