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“Sammy!” Dean calls stumbling through the door. His hand holds his side firmly holding onto the flesh either side of the large gash.
“It’s Sam.” He says walking round the cabin hallway holding onto a towel at his waist.
“Yeah, well, grab me something would ya?” He grunts nodding to his waist.
“Oh my God, what happened?” He asked dashing back down the hall to grab another towel.
“Shape shifter, took me by surprise.” Dean groans flopping into a nearby chair.
“But the attacks were all up north, that’s five miles from here, why did they run into you?” He asks instantly scanning his brain for information he could’ve missed. There always was a pattern. Always.
“I don’ know. But she was caught in the crossfire as we were running. We gotta go get her.” Dean says accepting the towel and thick bandage.
“Wait.” Sam stops turning back to his brother. His knuckles gripping the towel were white and a strange intensity crossed over his face, “(y/n)?”
Dean nods.
Sam jogs to the window. Desperately searching for any signs of (y/n), alive or dead.
“Man, she’ll be fine. You know that. If you’re so worried go put on some pants” Dean lifts an eyebrow at Sam’s attire, which was nothing but that towel.
“Will you be okay?” He asks pushing his hair away from his eyes, glistening with worry.
“Yeah, go get your girlfriend.” He says with a wink and a wave.
“She’s not my-“
*BANG*
The boys rapidly dashed to the door without a second thought. Their eyes widen when they find (y/n) lying on the door mat, shotgun in hand.
“I was leaning on that door.” You say crossing your arms. The boys look down at you gladly, “Gosh, you guys worry! By the way, Sam…” You wink at him and he takes a step back tightening his grip on his towel turning a light shade of pink. You laugh and pull yourself up grabbing the shotgun. You strut over to the writhing man-thing and hold the gun at the shape shifters eye level, “Have fun in hell you son of a bitch.”
And with a quick pull of the trigger your arm recoils and you smile at the red splatter on the ground that could’ve been the creature’s membrane. You sling the gun to rest on your shoulder and spin to face the men who’ve been pissing you off since the day you met them. “You,” You point to Dean with a menacing look, “Owe me ammo and new pants. These are ruined.” You pull at the strips covering your legs, “I liked these jeans.”
Sam giggles slightly and walks back inside with a grin. Dean groans yet again and attends to his wound while you dawdle in and lock the door behind you and leaving the bleeding mess for someone else to find.
“You okay?” Sam asks behind you jump slightly at his voice.
“Uh, yeah.” You notice that he was now wearing pants and a thin polo shirt, “What’s with this getup? I liked the other one.” You smile and turn back to the table and throw the gun down before turning back to Sam who hadn’t said anything. With a frown you find yourself right under him, inches away from his chest and his green eyes bore down on you. Goddamn you short-ness you curse and smile up at him innocently.
“You liked seeing me naked huh?” He jokes, crossing his arms and making his hair bounce.
“You bet she does.” Dean grunts shrugging back into his jacket, “Now, I’m all for you jumping into Sammy’s pants but we gotta go.”
“Hey!” You cry offended. You totally didn’t have a crush on Sam *cue bad poker-face*
“Well you gotta admi- AH!” Sam cries jumping on one leg holding his other foot in pain. You smile slightly but go back to a straight face. Yeah, you did stand on his foot. Thank the lord for painful hiking boots.
“Well come on, tight ass.” Dean says opening the door for you.
“You aint getting shit of it.” You laugh slapping your but as you walk to the Impala.
“Sam.” Dean says looking at his brother in the doorway, “Marry that girl.” He points before following after you slightly afraid of what you were capable of. You could’ve hotwired the car before he even got there.
Sam laughs quietly and closes the door over, he keeps a wide birth from the bloody body still out front and laughs at Dean and (y/n) arguing over who was driving. And in that moment he had to admit, he would miss the little flirtatious banter you had with him and knew he would regret leaving without saying anything. Watching Dean pull a quick distraction and sneak into the driver seat he began to jog over, just in case you decide to murder him. You gave Dean a harsh death stare before turning to Sam who caught your eyes and looked to his feet out of habit.
“Come on handsome.” You whisper punching his arm and making your way round to the back seat.
*Time skip*
“So why exactly did we have to rush to be here?” Sam asks Dean who was smiling evilly.
“S’cuse me virgins, I have to go get laid.” And with that Dean trotted off to the bar where a pair of very thick blondes were waiting.
“Oh God.” You and Sam say, “Jinx!” You both cry again causing you to laugh. You feel yourself redden as he smiles down on you.
“Um… look I gotta”
“GATHER ROUND!” A cheery red-head calls from the rooms centre. Sam and you exchange confused glances as you walk over to find Charlie waving around a bag.
Instantly you knew where this was going.
It was your turn to place something in and you search you pockets for something. You pull out a spare rock salt bullet from your pocket and pass it to Sam who raises and eyebrow at the fact you were participating.
“Come on, Dean would be very upset if he couldn’t test the gay couple theory.” You tease. He chuckled lightly and pulled something out of his back pocket. He pulled out a slightly bent card and placed it inside.
“Student ID.” He passed it on to a tall looking man in a trench coat. “Not gonna do me much good anymore.” You frown, he didn’t talk much about stuff so you gave him a small smile and put your hand on his shoulder comfortingly. He looked from the floor to you with sparkling brown eyes and you can’t help but blush.
Okay. You’ll admit it. You have a serious crush on him.
“RIGHT! Let’s get this game rolling bitches!”
And so it started.
It was painful just waiting for your item to be called. You watched may people go up and many exit, most were pissed off and others were overjoyed. Even Dean got called up before you and he just looked like he was drunk. Again.
“I think I’m gonna grab a drink, want one?” Sam asked groaning as he stood from the couch.
“Yeah sounds good.” You sigh.
“SAM’S ID!” Charlie called from the front. Your eyes flick up to Sam who gulps slightly and trudges up to the front.
“Aw…” You quietly sigh, selfishly you kind of wanted you to be picked with him.
“Okay, who put in the bullet?” She sighs and you frown.
“Me?” you loudly question. You and Sam. For seven minutes.
Fahk yeah
“I can’t believe I actually got you.” Sam says walking into the nearest room.
“Why’s that?” You ask nervously as he closes the door behind you.
“Do I really have to say?” He laughs. You turn and face him with a smile. You knew exactly what he meant and decided to be a little bold.
“Not at all.” You whisper before holding on to his shirt and pulling him down to meet your lips roughly. There was no such thing as soft when it came to Sam. He pulled away just to look at you one more time before backing you against the wall. His lips come back down again to connect to yours and you smile happily. Your fingers twine in his thick hair and his hands hold your hips firmly. Though the wall digs into your back you don’t mind as his hands play with your shirts edge. His tongue surprises you and plays on your lips. With a small groan you part your lips and his tongue darts inside exploring your mouth. Your hands now found his shirt edge and he breaks the kiss quickly removing his shirt. Soon your mouths weren’t parted anymore. This time he groaned as your trailed your fingers up and down his muscular stomach before taking them to your own shirt. You pull at the buttons and only two give way. Sam realizes what you were doing and laughs deeply. His kisses continue down your jaw line and find your sweet spot. As he sucks and nibbles, leaving his mark your shirt finally comes undone. You shrug it off and push on him, guiding him backwards to the bed you spied in the back ground. He pulls off your shoulder and gasps for breath before you push him down, making him land on the mattress with a groan. He smiles as you scramble on top of him looking down at him with devilish lust. His powerful hands pull you down and roll you over so you were underneath. His mouth quickly finds yours again and you felt what you were doing become more and more dangerous. His hips moved in circles, grinding on yours and more groans escape your lips as-
“Whoa! Sammy, that didn’t take long huh?” Dean laughs from the doorway.
You sigh wishing you weren’t interrupted and with a small laugh Sam whispers quietly.
“I love you.” you laugh and wrap your hands around his neck, pecking him on the lips once more.
“I love you too.”

~Let your imagination take it from here~