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That night was extremely hot. You and Sam stayed on the motel waiting for Dean's call, but while he was out making research, you stood there, lying on the cheap motel's couch wearing only a cropped gray top and jeans shorts, your hair tied up. You were breathing heavily and had your eyes closed when you heard Sam's voice through the door.
"Fine. We're on the way." He said, opening the door. You leaned on your elbows and looked at him. Sam looked just as annoyed as you were. He saved his phone in his jeans pocket. "Time to go." Sam told you.
You remembered how you joined the Winchesters three months ago, when they rescued you from a large vampire nest. You were a hunter, but there was no way you could have fought with nine vamps at the same time. They thought you were just the trapped princess and didn't believe you were a hunter until you stole Dean’s blade and chopped off two vampire's heads, saving him from an unexpected attack.
Living with the Winchesters was fun and awesome, not that you would ever let them know you thought that.
The older brother would always flirt with you, reaching the point where he trapped you against the wall after he had just left the shower, wearing nothing more than a white towel around his waist. You hit him in the balls with your knee and walked away proudly. He was mad with you since that day, but you and Sam would make a joke about it every time you had the chance.
Dean was sexy and you would probably have accepted his attempts of hitting on you if it wasn't for the younger brother, who you secretly had a crush on.
You frowned to Sam. "I'm not going."
"Dean found the witch's house." He said, trying to convince you.
"Then you go." You replied.
"C'mon, (y/n). You'll have plenty of time to do that when we are done."
"There's no way you're getting me out of this couch, Sammy."
The use of his unwanted nickname made him mad. Sam walked in your direction with an obstinate look in his eyes that freaked you out.
"Sam? What are you..." You couldn't finish the sentence because you screamed when he leaned over you and held your waist, throwing you over his shoulder.
“There always a way.” He said.
“You put me down, now! You yelled, hitting his back with your fists.
“No.” Sam said as he walked out of the motel room.
“Assbutt.” You muttered through your clenched teeth.
“I heard that.”
“Good. Then I don’t have to repeat!” You angrily shouted back. You looked down and gasped when you realized how close you were to his bottom. Actually, you were staring at his bottom. A really sexy bottom, by the way.
Without thinking you reached down with your hand and squeezed his right buttock. Sam stopped walking.
“(y/n)…” He called you. “Did you just squeeze my butt?”
Your cheeks grew warm. “No.” You slowly answered. “My hand… slipped.”
Sam chuckled and kept walking towards the sidewalk, across the motel parking lot. Suddenly you felt his hand sliding up on your thigh and grabbing your butt. Your face turning into a deep shade of red.
“Sam Winchester! Get your hand out of my ass immediately or I will…”
“You will what?” He asked and you could hear the grin in his voice. You growled, closing your hand into a fist and smacking his butt.
“This.” You proudly answer.
Sam didn’t say anything. He was long too quiet and you were dying to know what was going on in his mind, you thought Sam was just giving you a silence treatment as to prove how mad he was.
“Sam?” You called gingerly.
He stopped as soon as you crossed the motel’s gate.
“You know there will be a comeback, right?” Sam asked. “I could drop you…”
You looked down and gulped. Sam was tall and from your perspective it looked like a long fall.
“Or I could do…” He carefully dropped you on your feet and cupped your buttocks. “This.” He said, leaning and capturing your lips with his.
At first your eyes widened in shock, but, soon, you responded the kiss. Wrapping your arms around his neck and opening your mouth to allow his entrance when Sam bit your lip.
Too fast, it was over. You were both panting when Sam broke apart, resting his hands on your waist. You met his eyes filled with carrying and lust and wondered how you never noticed it before.
Sam would always watch as you leave the room, staring a little bit lower than necessary, he would compliment you every morning, when your mood was the worse. Sam would stare at you while you were researching together and quickly move his gaze away when you glanced at him.
He was always looking after you when you went hunting, he worried a lot about your safety. You thought that was his usual behavior when it was all for you.
“The witch’s house is only a few blocks away. What would you say about walking with me in this beautiful night?” Sam offered his hand.
You happily entangled your fingers with his and started walking.
“You know, there’s another thing I want to do when we get back instead of just lying there.” You purred at his shoulder, because he was too tall for you to reach his ear. He stopped. You stood on your tiptoes nibbling his lobe. Sam slightly moaned and you swore there was a bulge in his pants, but it was too dark for you to be sure. “And I might need your help.” You added, smirking. He was blushing furiously.
“I mean… We could make pasta!” You yelled, jumping in front of him and laughing when he frowned.
Sam suddenly pulled you by the waist, abruptly interrupting your laugher. He softly kissed your lips. “We are definitely doing something later. And it won’t be pasta.” Sam said before wrapping your shoulders and kept walking.
Let’s just say Dean was kicked out of the room that night.
"Fine. We're on the way." He said, opening the door. You leaned on your elbows and looked at him. Sam looked just as annoyed as you were. He saved his phone in his jeans pocket. "Time to go." Sam told you.
You remembered how you joined the Winchesters three months ago, when they rescued you from a large vampire nest. You were a hunter, but there was no way you could have fought with nine vamps at the same time. They thought you were just the trapped princess and didn't believe you were a hunter until you stole Dean’s blade and chopped off two vampire's heads, saving him from an unexpected attack.
Living with the Winchesters was fun and awesome, not that you would ever let them know you thought that.
The older brother would always flirt with you, reaching the point where he trapped you against the wall after he had just left the shower, wearing nothing more than a white towel around his waist. You hit him in the balls with your knee and walked away proudly. He was mad with you since that day, but you and Sam would make a joke about it every time you had the chance.
Dean was sexy and you would probably have accepted his attempts of hitting on you if it wasn't for the younger brother, who you secretly had a crush on.
You frowned to Sam. "I'm not going."
"Dean found the witch's house." He said, trying to convince you.
"Then you go." You replied.
"C'mon, (y/n). You'll have plenty of time to do that when we are done."
"There's no way you're getting me out of this couch, Sammy."
The use of his unwanted nickname made him mad. Sam walked in your direction with an obstinate look in his eyes that freaked you out.
"Sam? What are you..." You couldn't finish the sentence because you screamed when he leaned over you and held your waist, throwing you over his shoulder.
“There always a way.” He said.
“You put me down, now! You yelled, hitting his back with your fists.
“No.” Sam said as he walked out of the motel room.
“Assbutt.” You muttered through your clenched teeth.
“I heard that.”
“Good. Then I don’t have to repeat!” You angrily shouted back. You looked down and gasped when you realized how close you were to his bottom. Actually, you were staring at his bottom. A really sexy bottom, by the way.
Without thinking you reached down with your hand and squeezed his right buttock. Sam stopped walking.
“(y/n)…” He called you. “Did you just squeeze my butt?”
Your cheeks grew warm. “No.” You slowly answered. “My hand… slipped.”
Sam chuckled and kept walking towards the sidewalk, across the motel parking lot. Suddenly you felt his hand sliding up on your thigh and grabbing your butt. Your face turning into a deep shade of red.
“Sam Winchester! Get your hand out of my ass immediately or I will…”
“You will what?” He asked and you could hear the grin in his voice. You growled, closing your hand into a fist and smacking his butt.
“This.” You proudly answer.
Sam didn’t say anything. He was long too quiet and you were dying to know what was going on in his mind, you thought Sam was just giving you a silence treatment as to prove how mad he was.
“Sam?” You called gingerly.
He stopped as soon as you crossed the motel’s gate.
“You know there will be a comeback, right?” Sam asked. “I could drop you…”
You looked down and gulped. Sam was tall and from your perspective it looked like a long fall.
“Or I could do…” He carefully dropped you on your feet and cupped your buttocks. “This.” He said, leaning and capturing your lips with his.
At first your eyes widened in shock, but, soon, you responded the kiss. Wrapping your arms around his neck and opening your mouth to allow his entrance when Sam bit your lip.
Too fast, it was over. You were both panting when Sam broke apart, resting his hands on your waist. You met his eyes filled with carrying and lust and wondered how you never noticed it before.
Sam would always watch as you leave the room, staring a little bit lower than necessary, he would compliment you every morning, when your mood was the worse. Sam would stare at you while you were researching together and quickly move his gaze away when you glanced at him.
He was always looking after you when you went hunting, he worried a lot about your safety. You thought that was his usual behavior when it was all for you.
“The witch’s house is only a few blocks away. What would you say about walking with me in this beautiful night?” Sam offered his hand.
You happily entangled your fingers with his and started walking.
“You know, there’s another thing I want to do when we get back instead of just lying there.” You purred at his shoulder, because he was too tall for you to reach his ear. He stopped. You stood on your tiptoes nibbling his lobe. Sam slightly moaned and you swore there was a bulge in his pants, but it was too dark for you to be sure. “And I might need your help.” You added, smirking. He was blushing furiously.
“I mean… We could make pasta!” You yelled, jumping in front of him and laughing when he frowned.
Sam suddenly pulled you by the waist, abruptly interrupting your laugher. He softly kissed your lips. “We are definitely doing something later. And it won’t be pasta.” Sam said before wrapping your shoulders and kept walking.
Let’s just say Dean was kicked out of the room that night.
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First of all, I need to explain myself. I don't like Sam, so he is all yours. I actually think he is an asshole enough to bother me during my laziness time, that's why I had that idea. The thing is... I have to admit he is hot and has a nice butt so I would feel tempted to squeeze it if I was in that particular position.
Ok, that's it, feel free to judge me. It was fun writing this!
I even did an image of how I pictured the outfit: sta.sh/01lro9v4hp26
Hope you like it and, please, leave a comment
Ok, that's it, feel free to judge me. It was fun writing this!
I even did an image of how I pictured the outfit: sta.sh/01lro9v4hp26
Hope you like it and, please, leave a comment
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Sexier than a Spaniard's bottom? XD