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"Anyone up for a movie night? I've had enough of this", Dean said, closing the book he was pretending to read and leaning back in his chair. They were currently in the bunker's library brushing up on ghouls.
"You know you don't have to research with us if you don't want to, right? We're not on an active case right now. [Y/N] and I just do it because we enjoy it", Sam said. Dean shrugged and grabbed his beer, taking a sip out of it.
"I'd be up for one", [Y/N] said, closing her book too. She'd been researching with Sam for most of the afternoon, and Dean had appeared about thirty minutes ago with a beer, complaining that he was bored. He'd been handed a book and had been sitting there trying to interrupt them with random conversation starters ever since. Sam sighed and leaned back. He'd been enjoying spending time with just [Y/N], even if it was only research. They didn't get to spend a whole lot of time alone, usually either Dean or Cas were around. Researching was one of the only things he could get [Y/N] to do with him with a low chance of Dean wanting to join in.
"Great", Dean put down his beer and clapped his hands together. "I'll go get popcorn and some other crap, if either of you wants something just text me, I'll be back soon". He stood up and checked his pocket for his wallet and keys, then disappeared off towards the bunker's garage.
"It's like he can't be on his own for more than five minutes", Sam mumbled, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose between two fingers.
"There's only so much you can do in the bunker", [Y/N] shrugged. "We don't really spend much time alone either. I mean, you and I have been together all day". Sam opened his eyes and looked at her, sighing. "What's up?" She asked, leaning forwards and propping her chin up with her hands. "Are you really annoyed that he wanted to hang out with us?"
"Yeah. I mean, no", he shook his head. "No, I'm just... I was just enjoying your company". She blushed slightly and smiled, looking away from him. She enjoyed his company too, but she'd been finding it a bit difficult recently, given the fact that she'd been developing quite a crush on him for some time now. Every time she found herself alone with Sam, she wouldn't be able to help herself from staring at him. Seeing him up close made it a lot easier for her mind to imagine what he looked like under his clothes, or how soft his hair would feel between her fingers, or what his lips would feel like kissing her skin. She would get worked up just sitting beside him, not being able to stop her mind from wandering, so she was always glad when Dean showed up. At least when Dean was there, she had a distraction, especially since Dean never stayed quiet for long.
"Yeah, I enjoy your company too", she said. "A movie night could be good though". She heard Sam shift in his chair, and she looked back at him. He was now leaning forward, his arms on the table and his hands clasped together. He was looking down at them, and he suddenly looked as shy as she felt. "Right?"
"Uh, yeah", he cleared his throat and nodded. "Right".
"I'll go get changed into something comfortable, I'll see you in the Dean Cave", she stood up and Sam nodded again, but just as she was pushing her chair into the table, he spoke again.
"You know, actually yeah, I am annoyed that he wanted to hang out with us".
"What? Why?" She asked, furrowing her eyebrows and leaning her hands on the back of the chair. This wasn't really like Sam at all. He shook his head, almost like he was trying to shake away the thoughts in his head, and he stood up. He walked over to her and looked down, taking a deep breath.
"Because, he knows how much I care about you".
"I care about you too, but I don't see why that would annoy you".
"He knows that it's more than just caring. He knows I like you, that I want to spend time with you, that I don't always want him around when it's just you and me". She felt her heart start to race as he spoke. He was looking directly at her, a look of desire in his eyes as he quickly allowed himself a glance at her lips.
"You like me?"
"Yeah", he breathed out. "I have for awhile. You're.. beautiful", he chuckled. "I can trust you, I can depend on you, you always seem to know the right thing to do".
"I don't really know what to do right now", she said, her cheeks feeling hot. "I like you too".
"Can I kiss you? I don't know how many times I caught myself staring at your lips this afternoon. Did you know you stick your tongue out when you turn a page in a book? That really gets me". He was close now, she could feel his breath on her face as he spoke, and she had to tilt her head upwards to look at him.
"Did you know you run your middle finger down the pages of a book when you're reading?" She asked, her voice almost a whisper. "You do it so gently". She studied his face as he brought his hand up to rest on the side of her neck, that same finger lightly stroking her skin, hot under his touch. He leaned down, hesitating only to look for a reaction. Her breath hitched in her throat as she gave him a small nod, and they both closed their eyes as their lips met. Sam's lips were just as soft as she imagined, the roughness of his stubble adding a nice contrast. The kiss only lasted a moment before he pulled back, leaning his forehead on hers and letting out a nervous laugh.
"I've wanted to kiss you for so long", he said, and she smiled.
"Me too".
"Is this okay?" He asked, his hand still on her neck as he lifted his other to cup her cheek, feeling her nod.
"Can you kiss me again?" She asked, and Sam didn't waste any more time. He quickly kissed her again, and she had to take a step back and grab his flannel to keep her balance as he pressed his body into hers. She felt the table behind her, and Sam bent down slightly, keeping his lips on hers as he grabbed her thighs and pulled her up. She gasped into his mouth as she was lifted up onto the table, and she immediately opened her legs to let him stand between them. He kept one hand on her thigh, gliding up and down the outside of it, while his other slipped under her shirt and sat on her waist. Both of her hands slid up his chest and up onto his shoulders. She let one of her hands slide up his neck and into his hair, and she smiled as he moaned into the kiss.
She felt his tongue lick her lips and she opened her mouth slightly to let him in. His breathing became louder as he took deep breaths through his nose, and she could tell he was getting just as worked up as she was as his grip on her thigh tightened. She could feel herself getting wetter as he finally broke the kiss and began to peck and lick at her jawline down to her neck, and she leaned her head to the side to give him easier access. "Sam", she moaned as he began to suck right below her ear. Her fingers tangled in his hair as he hummed against her skin. "Do you have a condom?" She asked, feeling bold. Whatever restraint she had before, whatever self control she had, it was gone. She wanted Sam, she wanted all of him, and she wanted him now. He pulled away from her neck and kissed her lips quickly before stepping back to look at her.
"You sure?" He was panting slightly, and her eyes were drawn to the bulge that was now very visible in his jeans.
"Sam, I have never been so sure of anything in my life". He didn't need any more convincing than that. He grabbed her hand and pulled her down off the table, immediately pulling her towards the bedrooms. She giggled as she had to jog to keep up with his long strides. Seeing him so enthusiastic only turned her on more. He pushed open his bedroom door and she followed in behind him. They made their way to his bed and he leaned down to kiss her again, now fumbling with the hem of her shirt. She helped him pull it up over her head, breaking the kiss for moment and giving him a chance to start unbuttoning his flannel. She watched as he pulled it off, his sculpted chest and abs catching her attention. She reached up to run her fingers down from his stomach to his belt, smiling as he shivered and held his breath. She unbuckled the belt and began to pull it out as he reached behind her and unclasped her bra, pulling it away from her. He groaned as he grabbed her breasts, squeezing with both hands.
"You're perfect", he said, and she blushed. She never thought she'd be in this situation with Sam, she never though she'd see the hunger in his eyes for her. He leaned down to kiss her as she worked on unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, her hand brushing over his bulge and causing him to moan and buck towards her touch. He was sliding his hands down her waist towards her jeans when they both froze.
"Hey, I was looking for- oh. Shit", Dean's voice sounded from the doorway, and Sam immediately pressed himself against [Y/N], covering her up with his body. She looked to her side to see Dean standing there looking at the floor, his hand on the door handle. "Uh, you left the door open".
"Yeah. Can you maybe close it?" Sam asked. [Y/N] hid her face in his chest in embarrassment as Dean awkwardly cleared his throat.
"Yeah, yeah I'll just um... yeah. Use protection". He closed the door and she felt Sam let out a breathy laugh.
"Good thing we hadn't taken our pants off yet?" [Y/N] grinned up at him, trying to make the moment a little less awkward. He looked down at her and pulled back, running his hands up and down her arm.
"Do you wanna keep going?" He asked.
"I don't want to stop", she grabbed his hand and placed it on her cheek, and she leaned into his touch as he placed his other hand on her hip. "Movie night can wait".
The end