#sam winchester one shot

Can’t find the request anymore.. but basically you and Sam get drunk and he confesses his feelings! 

It was a boring Monday night for you and the Winchesters. Not much was happening out in the world of monsters, which meant a rare stress-free night. You were sat around drinking beer talking non-sense to each other trying to pass the time. After a few laughs and stories from everyone, the beers were out and the tequila was in.

“Drinking game anyone?” Dean said while returning to the room with three shot glasses. Sam begrudgingly agreed, you laughed at the younger Winchester rolling his eyes while snatching his shot glass, and happily took yours from Dean. You all set them on the table in front of you and Dean filled them. 

“Never have I ever?” You asked the boys. This was your favourite game to play with them as they always ended up letting out some embarrassing secret that you could poke fun at the next day. The groaned in unison but agreed nonetheless.

“Never have I ever…slept with someone I shouldn’t have” You skipped the easing in and went straight for the sexual ones, they were always the most entertaining. 

Sam and Dean both drank. 

“Some waitress in Ohio.. man when I woke up next to her, I swore off jager for the rest of my life.” Dean confessed. Following some laughs you and Dean both looked at Sam for his story. 

“I mean, a few, but the one the comes to mind is Ruby” He confessed shyly while pouring himself another shot. That one was a sensitive subject, he must already have been pretty tipsy to be willing to talk about her. 

Hearing Sam talk about sex made you uneasy, the thought of him with another woman always got to you due to your pathetic school girl crush you had been harbouring for years. You managed to repress it most of the time but when alcohol was involved either the feelings grew stronger, or it became harder to hide. Maybe both. 

“Never have I ever had sex in the Impala” Sam had his turn. You all drank. 

“What the hell?!?” Dean shouted. You and Sam burst into fits of laughter at Dean’s reaction. 

“Y/n, seriously? Disgusting” Dean scolded. You shrugged your shoulders and laughed some more while pushing your shot glass towards Sam to fill it up.

“Ok, my go. Never have I ever wanted to sleep with another hunter?” Dean asked the group. 

You laughed before taking your shot without hesitation whilst looking at Sam, which Dean happened to notice and chuckled to himself. He always had his suspicions about your crush on his brother, but you never totally confessed anything. Did he just ask this question to get you to confess as payback for having sex in the impala?

Sam took his shot too and then returned his gaze to the ground not eager to share a story. Dean drank his shot as well. 

“When I was about 15 and Dad took me on a hunt up in Canada, there was this gorgeous 20 year old hunter. Stunning. Thought she was the love of my life.” Dean reminisced . 

“What happened?” You asked. 

“Nothing. she was 20 and I was 15, and she had a boyfriend. I had hairy palms that trip, I’ll tell you that.” He laughed. You and Sam both gagged. 

“Who is yours?” Dean asked. You quickly looked up at Sam but when you realised he was looking back at you, you looked away and he did the same. 

“I’m not saying..” 

“Come on!” Dean pushed. You started to get a bit annoyed. Although this game was your idea, this question was a bit too close to home and you were feeling frustrated and embarrassed with Dean’s persistence in trying to get you to confess. You told him once more you’re not saying who.

“Just spit it out!” He exclaimed. 

“NO” You stormed off away from the situation, down the halls to your bedroom. You knew you were overreacting but the thought of telling Sam the truth made you feel anxious and sick. You had convinced yourself he wouldn’t ever feel the same so what was the point in confessing and making your relationship with the Winchesters so awkward? 

You lay down on your bed cringing from the whole situation. Around 30 minutes had passed when you had a knock on the door. 

“It’s Sam” he announced. You stood up and dragged yourself over to the door, trying to think of some sort of excuse of why you acted the way you did over a game as silly as never have I ever. You opened the door and saw the drunken hunter stood in your doorway nursing a beer.

“Hey!” Sam said excitedly, his face lighting up when he seen you. You widened the door to let him in and he stumbled his way to the bed, giggling when he landed. He patted the space beside him to invite you to sit and you obeyed, with a smile on your face laughing at how drunk he had got in such a short space of time. 

“So who do you want to sleep with? Is it my brother? Is that why you reacted that way?” Sam questioned you, while taking a swig of his beer. 

“No it is most definitely not your brother. But I think he knows who it is and he was just trying to embarrass me.” 

“What a jerk.” Sam scoffed, but even in his drunken state he respectfully dropped the topic and sat in silence for a moment nursing his beer.

“Wanna know who mine was?” He asked. You certainly did not. Hearing about what hunter Sam wanted to hook up with was something you were not interested in listening to, especially when it’s most likely so obtainable to him because every female hunter in the country has a crush on him.

“Sure” You braced your self for the reply, ready to feel the ache in your gut while he fantasised about another woman. He leaned in slightly to you and raised his index finger.

“You” He whispered while booping your nose, then relaxed back again as if it were nothing. Your jaw dropped, he was into you? 

“Me? I had no idea..” You whispered in shock.

“Well its pretty obvious Y/n!” He yelled playfully. You looked at him to explain further. 

“Um I always make sure to stitch you when you’re hurt and care for you, I watch your crappy TV shows, I spend sooo much time with you,  I am almost always looking at you, you’re so pretty..” He started to rhyme off all these reasons to you and as you watched him list them in his sing-song tone whilst swinging his beer there was only one thing you wanted to do.

“I let you ride shotgun sometimes even though Dean hates it because you’re bad at directions and my legs get squashed in the ba-” You stopped him by planting your lips on his, repressing the smile that was threatening to come out from hearing the last comment from him. He reciprocated the kiss instantly. 

His drunken sloppy kisses that tasted like beer weren’t exactly how you imagined your first kiss, but the passion and fire that you felt in your stomach and your heart was undeniable. He pulled back from you for a second and set his bottle down, he looked into your eyes with a huge smile and you pounced on him, both of you laughing as he fell backwards on to the bed with you tumbling down on top. 

The next morning you woke up with a shirtless Sam laid next to you. You admired his perfectly sculpted body, decorated with scars and his anti-possession tattoo. You were still in shock of how you managed to be so lucky to wake up to this sight which you had been fantasising about for years. But you had to snap yourself out of the daze and go apologise to the one person who made this all happen. 

“Dean?” You called through the bunker halls. 

You found him in the kitchen stuffing bacon into himself. When he saw you he grinned grossly with the meat between his teeth.

“Hey you seen Sammy? He wandered off drunk after a lot more shots last night and he’s not in his room.” 

“Yeah that’s what I came to talk about.” You leaned against the door frame whilst wrapping Sam’s shirt across your body and folding your arms.

“Is that my brother’s shirt?” Dean asked with a smirk. 

“Yeah.. So Sam spent the night in my room last night.” You confessed shyly.

 “Hah! Y/n you dog.” Dean laughed. 

“Alright calm down. I just wanted to apologise for reacting so bad when you brought up the ‘hunter you wanna fuck’ thing.. obviously it was a sensitive subject to me and hit too close to home” 

“Hey don’t worry I knew what I was doing” Dean winked. 

You smiled and shook your head at Dean and left the room, headed back to your bed room. Sam was awake and sitting up slightly in the bed. 

“Hey” you whispered, crawling back in beside him and cuddling up close.

“Can you remember last night?” You asked, he was pretty drunk after all. 

“Bits and pieces.” 

“Here let me remind you” you spoke while throwing the covers off Sam and kissing his toned body all the way down to his boxers.

Sam fluff after in season 7 him and dean leave eachtoher after he finds out about amy.

This is a bit of a shorter one. :)

The impala growled outside the motel room, you opened the door to greet the two boys who had been gone on a hunt for a few days. The car door creaked open and a moody Dean got out of the driver side, but no Sam.

“Where is he?” You asked, worried about the whereabouts of your boyfriend.

“He left y/n. I don’t know where he is. He told me to leave him there so I did. Speak to him about it, i’m going to get a drink.” Dean pushed passed into the room and you stepped outside and closed the door. You phoned Sam up to ask what happened.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to find a place to stay before I phoned. If you want to come over I can explain everything. I’m only 2 towns over in Bailey’s Motel, room 44.” He informed.

“Of course. I’ll be there in 30 minutes.”  You looked around and stole the nearest car. Well, borrowed. You’d bring it back. You sped down the roads and made it to Sam in 20 minutes. You banged on his motel room door, going out of your mind wonder what had happened for the brothers to fall out like this.

He opened the motel room door and just looked at you, his cheeks were red and his eyes were sad.

“He killed Amy.” He blurted out, and lost the hold of his emotions breaking down on your shoulder in the door way of the motel.

After a moment you guided him to the bed and sat down. How could Dean have done this? He lied to us and told  us he let her go. Amy meant a lot to Sam, and so does Dean’s honesty. It wasn’t shocking how he has responded.

“I’m so sorry. it’s ok” You soothed Sam, he sat up and tried to apologise for getting upset but you sushed him again. You both sat back on the bed a bit after he composed himself, legs crossed in front of you and facing each other. Your hands held Sams as he blabbed about feeling silly for crying.

“No, you’re being silly NOW for thinking you were just being silly. You lost a friend, your brother betrayed you. You’re going to feel bad. It’s ok Sammy.” You tried to send a comforting smile his way. He pulled you towards him, so his back was against the head board and your back was against his chest. His strong arms held you so tightly as he talked to you, his breath on your head and the heat from his reddened face so present.

“Sometimes I can’t understand that man. He claims I come first, before everything, hes got my back and all the rest.. then he goes and does this.” Sam sighed. He squeezed you a bit tighter, almost using your body as a teddy bear. You traced your fingers up and down his forearm that was around your waist.

“You do come first with him. I’m pissed too Sam but he loves you more than anything. And I know you want to punish him, and don’t want to see him right now. But knowing your brother, hes already punishing himself for this 10x more than either of us could.”

He didn’t answer you, he just pulled you around to face him. He starred into your eyes as if he were looking for something. He shook his head and scoffed with a smile.

“What?” you asked, feeling a bit self conscious.

“You are amazing. I just love you, y/n” He smiled at you, cupping your face to bring his lips to your forehead. You cuddled back into him resting your head on his toned chest, listening to his heart beat that had finally settled down. He had his arm around you and the other on your leg that was laid against his. You didn’t move for a while, and neither of you fell asleep. Just enjoyed the moment.

“How’d I get so lucky?” He asked

“I ask myself the same thing everyday” You answered, reaching your face up and gently pressing your lips to his.

“It’ll be nice to have a bit of alone time for a while anyway, just me and you.” Sam smiled, His face beaming with thoughts and ideas already of what you two can get up to together.

“What can we do?” You asked with a smirk.

“Oh.. I had one thing on my mind for right now” He said before flipping you onto your back, leaning over you, pressing his lower body against yours, before smashing his lips into yours.

You are the girl Sam lives with between s7 and 8 and you are happy together until Dean shows up and forces you to leave.

I Really like this prompt. Hope you enjoy the story.

Sam peeled his tacky body off yours, panting in unison with you. Beads of sweat lay between his pecks and he gently rolled himself off of you and the couch on the floor, landing with a thud and a small chuckle to follow. You gathered your breath and brushed the clammy hairs off of your face, fixing you bra back in to the proper place and sitting up on the couch. You looked down at Sam who was laid on the rug, his forearm laid over his brow as a quiet smile played at his lips. You slid down the couch on to the floor next to him, he sat up and moved over beside you, both of your backs against the sofa. His arm wrapped loosely around your shoulders as he rested his head on top of yours. 

“I’m so glad you brought me up to this cabin it’s been so much fun, just me and you, no distractions” your face beamed as you spoke, helplessly in love with this man and never been happier.

“Yeah, I’ve not been up here since.. Dean.” He paused for a moment, his brothers name always got stuck in his throat, almost too painful to say it.

“But it’s been amazing y/n. I didn’t know I could be this happy again.” He pressed a kiss to your head. He broke up the moment by standing up to dress himself, you followed suit. Throwing your bottoms on and staying in your bra, the heat in the room keeping you warm. Sam mirroring your decision and deciding to sport only his jeans.

He walked over to you and picked you up off your feet, you swung your legs around his waist as he carried you to his destination. He landed in the bedroom and dropped you on to the bed as he jumped down beside you and placing a sloppy wet kiss on your lips before getting back up to rummage through his bag.

“I got you something” he said excitedly as he dug through his duffel bag, in between his guns, shirts and books. 

A small jewellery box was in the palm of his hand, as he clenched his fingers around it and walked over on his knees to you. 

“This is an amulet bracelet” he explained as he opened up the box. A gorgeous fine silver bracelet lay in the case, with various colours and styles of small charms around it. Your eyes lit up as he took it and draped it over your wrist, fitting you perfectly. 

“It is supposed to ward of bad spirits and energy and invite in the good.” He furthered his explanation. You cupped his face in your hands and brushed your lips on his lightly as you whispered you got him something too.

“Wait here it’s in my purse” 

You left the bedroom and walked towards the living room you were about to bed over to grab your purse when the door bust open. You screamed at the man who had just booted the door open, who was drenched head to toe in blood, guts, goo and everything rotten.

“Who the hell are you!!??” He yelled at you, raising a gun in your direction. Sam heard the commotion and came charging through the halls with his gun, holding it up to the man, but only for a brief moment as they lowered them together. 

“Sammy” the man cried as he charged over to your boyfriend and pulled him down into a hug. They stood there for about 40 seconds just latching on to each other before Sam stood up and walked towards you. His perfect body was now doused in whatever crap the man was covered in. He placed one hand loosely on your hip and as other motioned towards the man.

“Y/N this is Dean.” He introduced.

Your mouth bobbed up and down as your head flickered between Dean and Sam.

“Y-your brother?” You asked in disbelief. Sam had told you his brother died, although he did look like he had just climbed out of a grave.

“Nice to meet you. But if you don’t mind my brother and I have a lot of catching up to do.. so…” he motioned towards the door. 

“Oh… yeah.. sorry I guess? I’ll go for a walk or something” you suggested, grabbing your t shirt that was laid across the couch and plunging it over your head to cover yourself up.

“Look lady, I’m sure you’re nice, but you’re going to have to leave. Like go home” He stayed firmly.

“Dean, she’s kind of living here at the minute, with me.” Sam confessed

“You a hunter?” Dean asked you. No you weren’t. You knew Sam was, that’s actually how you met. He was passing through town just driving anywhere and nowhere, and you both landed in the same bar. You had tried to escape the craziness in your home, where books and tables and shelves were being thrown around the room. Trying to avoid sounding mad you played it off as a joke to Sam, until he told you he could fix it. And he did. He stayed in your town for a while just to be near you, however he had quit hunting. It wasn’t the same for him to hunt without Dean.

“No” you shook your head at Dean.

“So you’re in here all cosy up with my baby brother…” he started scolding you then turned his attention to Sam.

“You know where I’ve been? Purgatory! The resting place of all things evil. I haven’t slept, haven’t eaten, haven’t done anything but kill for an entire year.. all this time you’re getting cosy with some whore?” He yelled at his baby brother, Sam opened his mouth to defend you before Dean cut him off again.

“How long did you even look? A few weeks?” 

There was a long pause, the tension could be cut with a knife. A layer of tears glazed over Sam’s eyes as he looked up to the ceiling to avoid his brothers stare.

“You didn’t..” he laughed out of pure shock. 

“You! Get the hell out of this cabin right now or I swear to god! I need to speak to my brother” Dean screamed at you raising his gun back up towards you and motioning towards to door with it. You grabbed your coat and ran out the door, leaving it wide open and running straight into the woods. Tears blurred your vision as you gently jogged away from the cabin, heading god knows where. You had to be as far away from that horrible man as possible. How could Sam be so sweet and his brother be so terrifying. 

Your boots snapped branches and scuffled through leaves as you got to the heart of the woods. You squatted down for a moment to catch your breath when you heard twigs snapping behind you. The steps were slow and steady, heaving breathing followed them as your body started to tense up. Please be Sam. You spun around slowly, ready to face whatever was next to you, as you saw it your face dropped, and before you could run you were in its grasp, taken away into the night.