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Requestd by Anon

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As you’re buying your weekly groceries for your home you walk by the fruit, noticing the strawberries and the whipped cream placed next to it almost immediately. It’s been so long since you’ve eaten the tasty mix of sweetness that you can’t help but pick up two containers of strawberries and a can of whipped cream.

You return to find your apartment empty, but the absence of your boyfriend will not keep you from enjoying your new snack. You put away your groceries and settle into bed with your bowl of fruit and can of cream. You pick some comedy on your laptop and began snacking away. You were too busy trying not to choke on your food while you were laughing that you didn’t even hear Dean come in and walk into the bedroom.

“Yah, close your mouth, there’s food in it!” He says loudly, as a joke of course.

You yelp from surprise and quickly swallow your food, running towards him still holding the whipped cream. After you finally pull away from each other, ending your embrace, he looks to your hand,

“What’s this?” He asks, grabbing it from you to read it.

“Whipped cream,” you say smiling innocently, completely unaware of the fact that whipped cream is, indeed, a sex food.

He smirks and looks up at you before removing his jacket and coming closer to you.

“You know,” he starts, “You can put this on things other than food...”

You feel his finger slide between your breast, down your stomach, and into the waistband of your jeans. He tugs at it while looking up at you and you get the hint. Gladly removing your shirt and jeans you notice he isn’t doing the same. He’s simply watching. You watch his face as you slowly bring your fingers to pull down your panties he stops you.

“No, leave them on...remove your bra though.”

You do as your told and lay back on the bed. Dean sprays a little cream into his mouth while staring directly into your eyes. He licks his lips and comes to you. Towering over you he sprays some on each of your nipples and one line down your stomach. Without warning, Dean wraps his lips over as much of your breast as he could, sucking up the cream. You arch your back, moaning. He moans back. You run your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to you. Knowing that you loved when he paid special attention to your breast, he spent more time than necessary on each.

He moves down to the hem of your panties where he ended the trail of cream and licks up your body so slowly you almost want to force his head up faster yourself.

“D-dean,” you whine with a shaky voice.

He moans against your skin, letting you feel the vibration. He sits up on his knees and spreads your legs as far as they would go. Noticing the wet spot in your panties he bites his lip which turns into a small smile. He rubs the cool can of whipped cream along your thighs and over your clit. The cool sensation making you jump and gasp.

“We’re going to try something. Tell me if you like it,” he says staring at your heat making you blush.

“O-okay,” you say with a small voice even though you’re excited.

He shakes the can, turns it upside down, and sprays some over you clothed heat. Despite it being out for a while it still comes out so cold. At first you feel Dean’s tongue lightly licking and then his whole mouth is covering you. The same feeling that was on your breast earlier is now on your heat and you’re already about to come completely undone. The lewd sounds, the fact that you can just barely feel his tongue because of your panties, the fact the he’s eating whipped cream off of you, and the way his face looks, like there is nothing more important in the world at this very moment than making you cum.

You cum with your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your hands gripping Dean’s hair until you’re too weak to do so.

You grab his hand as he walks past you to get you a new pair of panties,

“I loved it.” 

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Melting Touch (pt3 of the rescue mission series) deanxreader

Part 1. Part 2.

A/N: Its. About. To. Get. Hot. Guys please sent me requests as I have zero! You know this will be mostly filth, right? Like kinks and all..

Warnings: SMUT! PURE FILTH!, rough Dean, if this is a warning but Dean is in charge completely, touch refusal. If there is any that ive missed let me know. 

You were sat in the library helping the boys with their research. Dean was opposite you and Sam was leaning over Dean’s shoulder to read what was on his screen. Dean’s eyes weren’t on the computer though, they were on you. You were hunched over a book, one of your hands playing with the hair at the back of your neck and the other running along the pages of the book infront of you. His eyes were on your lips, the way you pulled your bottom on inbetween your teeth as you read. 

Sam watched his brother,having stopped mid sentence, knowing he wasn’t listening at all. He observed as his brother drooled over you. 

“Okay, Dean, are you done undressing Y/N with your eyes?” Sam groaned.

Your head snapped up, the blush creeping up your neck and painting even your ears. Dean blinked hard and cleared his throat. You looked up at Sam and glared slightly.

“Shut it, Sam” Dean grumbled as he watched you rise from the table.

You walked over to the tall man and reached up onto your tiptoes to kiss his cheek, only being tall enough to reach his jaw. Dean’s jaw clenched at the action, his eyes still not leaving you. You then shuffled over to Dean, rubbing your eyes tiredly. Leaning down, you placed your right hand on his cheek. His stubble was rough against your lips as you gently kissed his cheek.

“G’night boys” You patted Dean’s shoulder and shuffled your way to your room. 

Dean blinked and looked from the research to your direction making his brother laugh. “Dean, go” Sam smirked before starting to clear up the papers that were scattered around the table.

In that moment Dean launched up from his chair, practically sprinting to your room. He paced outside your door for a while. Dean didn’t know how to tell you how he felt but he knew he could show you.

You had just settled down in the sheets of your bed. Your night wear consisted of your panties and a flannel shirt that was held together by one button in the middle. 

You were so close to drifting off when you heard your door open and close, your hand inching under your pillow to land on the knife you kept. 

“Dean?” A light squeak left your lips as you felt the edge of the mattress.

A light chuckle sounded and you knew it was him. He slipped under the cover and nuzzled his nose into your neck, leaving light kisses on the exposed skin. A rough hand slid onto your thigh and pulled your back into a hard chest.

“ Dean” You giggled as his fingers tickled the inside of your leg. 

Dean’s soft lips trailed up your jaw, his hands were everywhere. You felt his hand run under your shirt and up your stomach. You turned your head to kiss him lightly, capturing his lips between your own. You lifted your hand to reach back and tangle in his hair but with a light swat to your thigh, Dean stopped you. 

“ Don’t touch me” He mumbled into your mouth.

You pulled away in confusion, turning to face him. “Why?” You asked, your voice small.

He tucked your hair behind your ear and trapped you against his body. “I can’t, I can’t find the words to explain how I feel.” He tensed, squeezing his eyes shut as he struggled to find his words so you took the chance to slide your hands up to his neck and weave your fingers into his hair.

His face relaxed and his eyelids freed the stress wrinkles. His lips parted as you tugged slightly. “I..” He breathed, as if he was having an internal battle with himself. “No, Please, just let me show you. I want to show you.” He grabbed your hands and held them between your bodies. 

Without another word, Dean sat up and lifted his shirt from his body. Dean stood from the bed and started to unbuckle his belt, his eyes locked on you as you pushed the sheets away from your body. Dean froze.

“Is that my shirt?” His voice was hooded with desire as he eyed the tatted flannel on your body.

You nodded silently and bit into your lower lip, watching as Dean hurriedly slid off his jeans. He crawled back onto the bed and gripped your thighs tightly in his hands and yanked your body down the bed, the shirt riding up your body. Your arms were spread out at either side of you as you watched the glorious man in front of you. He lowered himself down between your thighs, muscles bulging in his shoulders and arms. Your arousal pooled between your legs as Dean hooked his arms under your knees. He placed hot, wet kisses along the inside of your thigh.

Dean gripped your panties in his fists, your legs now over his shoulders. A light gasp sounded from your mouth as he tore them in half, taking them from your body to throw them on the floor. 

“I liked those” You whispered, suddenly going shy. 

Dean laughed and went back to kissing your thigh, he was so close to your core. You could feel his hot breath against your slick folds. Wherever Dean’s lips were left a scorching heat behind. He nipped and bit at each of your thighs, his fingers digging into your hips. 

Your eyes flew shut as you felt a smooth lick on your clit. A moan sounded through the room as he pulled it between his lips. You wanted to weave your hands through his hair but you couldn’t, you wanted to be good for him and stick to what the rule was; no touching. Your fingers gripped the bed sheets as your back arched, Dean’s stubble scratching against your thighs. Dean sucked harshly at the bundle of nerves, flicking tongue repeatedly over it.  You panted heavily as you moaned Dean’s name. You felt the tight knot in the pit of your stomach starting to slowly unwind. 

Dean trailed his right hand from your hip and down to your entrance, he gently teased it with his middle finger, grinning again when he felt you writhe beneath him. 

“Please, Dean” You gasped and wriggled your hips making him look up, his lips letting go of your swollen bud.

“Look at you, so responsive to me.” He smirked as he watched you claw at the sheets of the bed when he slowly sunk his finger into you.

He curved his finger, hitting your g-spot perfectly, making you let out a loud cry. He removed his finger, trailing it up your body leaving a wet trail of juices behind. His long, rough, fingers landed on the button of the flannel and quickly opened it, letting the shirt fall open at your sides. 

A rosy blush fell upon your cheeks as he trailed his eyes over you, taking his time to memorize every piece of the goddess splayed out before him. In his eyes you were beautiful, even your flaws. He ducked down and kissed just above your belly button. His hot mouth moving up your skin, stubble scratching along the way. Calloused hands gripped hard at your thighs, fingers digging in hard. You panted heavily when his mouth wrapped around your nipple, his teeth sinking into your flesh. 

A cry of pleasure came from you making Dean twitch in his boxers. He groaned slightly and rubbed his erection against your thigh. He tugged on your nipple so it scraped on his teeth, goose bumps arising on your skin. You bucked yourself into him, eager to feel him, to get him closer. Dean sat up,you laying on the bed, breathing laboured. He pulled his boxers off his body, his member springing up to his stomach. 

Dean gripped your legs again and hooked them over his shoulders before looking up at you, “Baby, I’m not gonna go gentle..” He warned as you leant up on your elbows.

You locked eyes with man and nodded, “I don’t want you to be” 

Your legs fell to his sides as he moved forward to capture your lips with his own, his lips moving fast against yours. He reached down and gripped his girth in his hand, rubbing just the head between your folds. He hissed slightly and bit on your bottom lip, sinking his teeth in hard making you moan.

He waited for your nod of consent before he drove in, all in one. He stretched your walls, not giving you time to adjust before he drug back and drove back in again. His pace slowly picked up, the penetration stirring your arousal deeper and deeper. Your hands inched towards Dean’s hair but he stopped you by pinning your wrists to the mattress either side of you as he snapped his hips back and forth at an incredible speed. 

You writhed beneath him, a moaning mess. Your hands were clenching into fists, eager to grip anything. The pleasure was intense, his thrusts grew animalistic, pounding you with such a force that the bed was slamming against the wall. 

Dean’s lips parted as he moaned, a heavy sheen of sweat embracing his chest. “Y/N, Come on baby” He coaxed. 

You were on the edge, so close with him hitting just the right spot inside you. His thrusts grew sloppy and you clenched around him, squeezing him tight and feeling him throb. 

He drew back again and snapped his hips forward harshly, hitting that knot in your stomach and making it unravel. You screamed Dean’s name as your back arched and your legs shook. Your orgasm took over you, your whole body heating up like a fire. You felt Deans seed fill you as he shouted and let go of your wrists, his head falling into your neck.

You both panted as you came down from your high, Dean not moving from you. His head layed on your sweaty chest, your hand coming up to stroke through his hair.

“I love you, Y/N” Dean whispered, “Don’t leave me” His hand gripped your free one and held it over his heart, it pounding wildly against his chest.

You smiled softly down at him before answering. “I love you too, Dean” You closed your eyes, relaxing. “I won’t leave you, I need you too much”

So! That’s that finished! I’m sorry it’s so short.. my smut writing is shit. And yes there has been a change of username! I am taking requests!

A little bit Ghostly(SamxReader)

Characters: samxreader, briefly dean, cas 

warnings: pregnancy, swearing, death? i think.

Summary: Sam and Dean are ghosts but Y/n can’t get them back to their bodies. The boys end up finding their way back to the bunker five months later only to discover that sam is a soon to be father. Dean then vows to find a way to get them both back into their bodies.

A/N: okay so i’m sorry if this isn’t factually correct but i’m only on season five and i don’t know much about what cas can and can’t do. i’ve been reading other one shots and kind of gotten the jist of it. If you want to know how Sam and Dean get back please ask for a part two! if this gets good feedback then i will carry it on. I don’t have an update schedule but i write when i can. 

How could something like this happen?! You thought to yourself. You didn’t know weather to be mourning or angry. The boys had gotten Cas to turn them into ghosts for the hunt. They needed to talk to a reaper and you needed to do research. The boys found it weird that you willingly stayed at the bunker to research but they just put it down to your experience with reapers but little did they know it was because of the baby Winchester growing in your womb.

That was five months ago. You had no idea what had happened to them but you were starting to panic. You couldn't get them back in their bodies. You couldn’t even ask them for help because you had no idea where they’re spirits were. Castiel popped in occasionally and advised you to rest, but you couldn’t. You’d gotten Cas to do some mumbo jumbo on their bodies so they were reserved for when they eventually came back. 

You were waiting for Cas to pop in. Waiting on news to see where they were; Heaven, Hell, Purgatory? Your left hand was resting on your stomach, the visible bump calming you, letting you know that you could at least carry on the Winchester gene. Sam was your everything, so to carry his child and bring them up was a mission you’d made.  

You sighed, your right hand wiping tears from your eyes. You just wanted them back. The bunker felt so cold and lonely without the nitters back and forth or the laughing. It was just you now.

”Y/N, I have good news” A deep, stiff voice made you jump. 

You knew who it was, each word pronounced correctly. Cas.

”Jesus, Cas! Don’t scare me like that” You sniffed, rubbing at your wet eyes one last time before looking up at him. 

“I’m sorry. It’s been relayed back to me that they haven’t been seen anywhere.” He said slowly, trying not to anger you.

Standing slowly from the table, you clenched your fists at your sides. “They aren’t in hell! They aren’t in Heaven and they aren’t in Purgatory! Cas where the hell are they?!” You screamed as you broke down again.

“Y/N, I promise we will find them but you have to rest. Stress isn’t good for the baby” Cas said gently as he splayed a soft hand on your lower back.

Sam and were in the last motel you guys were at. They were hoping you were there. They had planned to move a vase off a table or something but came unstuck when you weren’t there. 

“Dean, I’m telling you, she’s at the bunker “ Sam sighed, looking around the two-bed room.

Dean turned to look at his brother with an annoyed glare. “ Sammy, we’ve been doing this for five months. we’ve been checking motel after motel! Why didn’t you mention that she could of been there months ago!” He shouted. 

You were family to Dean, he loved you like a sister and he knew you wouldn’t deal well with this. 

“ I’m sorry, I’m not perfect.” Sam snapped, all he wanted was to be close to you. “How do we get there?” He asked curiously.

Dean bit his lip in thought and shrugged. “We,uh, maybe poof there?” he struggled. 

“Okay, so, maybe we close our eyes and if we think about the bunker hard enough..we’ll be there?” Sam guessed. 

So they did. They tried it and luckily it worked. When they opened their eyes seconds later, they were stood in the kitchen of the bunker, right behind you and Cas. The brothers looked at each other in triumph, a large grin spreading across Dean’s face.

Sam watched as you fretted to Cas. “Cas, I need them home. I can’t rest!” You argued with the angel. 

“But Y/N you need to take care of yourself” Cas had crossed his arms, determined to make you rest.

Dean noticed you shiver and tense. “ Cas, is it me or is there a cold spot in here” You mumbled, head turning to look around. 

“ Sam, Dean?” He called before nodding, he could tell.

“They’re here” He smiled.

Sam didn’t like it, the way you looked right through him. He nearly choked when you turned around, his eyes were locked on your stomach. 

“ Sammy? I-I don’t know what to do. I’ve tried so hard.. I’m still looking.. I wont give up on you two. I promise” You mumbled, looking around wearily.

Your left hand came up to rub your bump, in an attempt of comfort. You sighed and began explaining. 

“I found out why I was sick.. on the morning we found the hunt. Sammy, Baby, I was going to tell when the hunt was over.. but..I can’t get you back. I promise i will.. and you’ll be an amazing daddy. Dean, i know you’ll be the best uncle ever..” You sobbed into your hand. “I need you guys”

Sam walked forward and reached out his hand, trying to touch you. An angry growl left his throat as it went straight through. 

“ Dean, we can’t stay dead. I can’t leave her like this.” Sam looked to his brother for comfort.

Dean had never seen his little brother so pained, he knew how much he loved you. 

“We will get out of this. You two will be happy. You’ll have your kid, get married and be the best damn father there is. I am telling you now Sammy!” Dean’s voice trembled as he too watched you pull yet another book from the pile on the table. 

How were they going to get back?

Ain’t nothing like a Trickster.

PART TWO OF ‘A LITTLE BIT GHOSTLY’

Part one

Pairing: Samxreader

Characters: Sam, Dean, Trickster,  Reader

Warnings: none?

A/N: Hey guys and girls, this is part two of “A little bit Ghostly”. So... who is behind this awful situation? I will admit, The first part lacked description and length. I will try to make this one better. I don’t know how many parts this will have, that depends on what you guys want. If you have any positive feedback let me know. As I said before; I’m sorry if this isn’t factually correct. I’m just trying to make it work. I’m only on season five but i’ve had so many spoilers. Please tell me what you think!

Sam stared at his body, noticing how peaceful it looked. His once tanned complexion now pale and un-moving. He wanted everything to fix itself. 

He had no idea why nothing was working. Cas couldn’t turn them back and the reverse spell didn’t work either. Someone had to be behind this. They had ‘Poofed’ back to the bunker two months ago, Dean was going crazy and so was Sam. 

The eldest brother was watching you frantically jot down an address on a scrap of paper. You were wearing one of Sam’s shirts, the front stretched out over your stomach. 

Dean had been working on moving things. He’d read a book title and if he concentrated on the book hard enough it would move and join your pile on the table. That was how you communicated. 

You were biting your lip and looking around when Dean turned to look at you again. A small smile made its way onto his lips. He was trying to work out what you were looking for, his eyes following everywhere you looked. 

“Dammit,Winchester. Where do you hide them?” You groaned, lifting books and boxes to try and find what you were looking for. 

Dean’s eyebrows furrowed as he followed you on the way to his room, pausing in the doorway as he took in the sight of his lifeless body on his bed. 

“Y/N, what are you doing?” He mumbled to himself. 

Your hands yanked open draw after draw, rummaging through. Your eyes widened as you took in just how many packs of condoms the man kept. 

“Jesus, you sure do take precautions” You mumbled as you stood and looked around the room once more.  

Dean smirked to himself and chuckled. He wasn’t too keen on you rummaging through his belongings but it seemed you were desperate. 

Dean’s smile fell as he witnessed you take a deep breath and stare at his body. You slowly shuffled forward and knelt on the bed beside him. 

“Oh, Dean..” You said quietly as your hand came up to brush his hair back. 

He had to look away, he couldn’t watch. It made him emotional. 

You lent down and kissed his forehead, moving your hand to his pocket and feeling around for the Impala keys. You then tried his other pocket and let out a displeased sound.

”No, Why did you give them to Sam?” You cried slightly. 

You couldn’t use your car, it was out of fuel and the breaks were sticking.Dean’s was the only option. 

“Dean, I don’t know if I can go into Sammy’s room” He heard your weak voice and turned to watch again. “It’s taking all I have just to sit here..” You held his cold hand. 

“ I think I have something.. so I’ll be back in a couple of days” You nodded to yourself and stood, rubbing both hands down your face.

You had to get the keys from Sam but you didn’t know if you could. Standing as straight as you could, you waddled slightly out of the room with Dean’s spirit in tow yet again. 

“I’m gonna start calling you penguin” He chuckled slightly as he crossed his arms. 

Sam was startled when he felt you walk right through him, he hated it. He turned to Dean and raised an eyebrow. 

“What do you want?” He asked his brother.

Dean looked over Sam’s shoulder, noting your emotional state and tensed his jaw. 

“We need to go to the car.” He stated as he gestured Sam to follow him. 

Sam did follow Dean, the two glancing at eachother before waiting. “So.. why are we here?” Sam rolled his eyes.”I think we have better things to worry about than your precious car, Dean!” Sam’s voice came out hard and strong.

“Just shut up and listen, Sam!” Dean snapped before continuing. “Y/N’s taking the Impala and going somewhere for a few days. We should keep an eye on her!” 

You held the keys in your hand, standing infront of the impala. You had thrown your bag into the trunk and grabbed Dean’s gun to carry in the front seat. 

The brothers glanced at eachother as they watched you struggle to fit comfortably in the car. You reached out for the lever to adjust the steering wheel, stopping it from pushing into the bump that is your stomach.

“Oh, come on Y/N. I had that just right” Dean groaned, leaning forward from the back.

“Dean, she can’t see us” The younger brother chuckled from the back.

“No she cant see us” They knew that voice anywhere. Trickster.

Dean whipped around and glared. “Is this your doing?!” He boomed, anger radiating off him.

“Now now. Thats not a way to talk to me if you want to get back, is it?” the Trickster chuckled. 

“Turn us back! Y/N needs us!” Sam pleaded, he knew there was someone behind this.

“Oh boo hoo. You know this crap nearly made me shed a tear.” The trickster chuckled. “I’ll turn you back, once you’ve learned your lesson”

“What lesson?” Sam rushed out, becoming impatient.

“When you realize making stupid decisions like this could cost you your life! You know.. I might wait just a little while longer..” He grinned before disappearing. 

Sweet Dreams

Characters: Sam x reader, Dean 

Summary: Deans layed up in hospital so this gives the reader a chance to drive the impala and play her own music. Sam uses his time to study the small, carefree things about the reader that make him feel an array of emotions.

A/N: Sorry it’s short. 

Words: 968

Dean was awake and that was a good thing. The bad thing? He wasn’t allowed out of hospital for at least a few days. He had reluctantly handed you the keys, refusing to give them to Sam because the last time he drove a dent appeared.

After many threats and promises to look after Baby, you eventually met Sam outside the entrance. With a sly grin making its way onto your lips, you held up The keys and jingled them in front of the tall Winchesters face.

Sam watched with a fond smile as the mischievous twinkle appeared in your eyes. He loved the rare moments of a few days off. He always noticed you relax a bit more and he loved when your real personality came to show.

Sam’s hand reached forward to grab the familiar set of car keys, faltering slightly when you pulled them away. 

“There’s a catch.” You giggled slightly, watching Sam’s confused expression. “You aren’t aloud to drive, strict order from the boss.” 

His eyes locked on yours and his grin slipped from his face. “Oh he cant be serious. I don’t always scratch it!” 

You walked closer to him and raised your eyebrow, placing your hand on his upper arm. “Sammy, Sweetie. Think about it” You moved your hand and smoothed some of his hair behind his ear, smiling when you could see his eyes. 

It didn’t take long to convince the tall brown haired brother, mainly because it only took one touch from you and he was sold. You were on the road again, on your way to interview the victim’s family. 

You lifted your hips off the seat to pull your old ipod from your pocked. You quickly plugged it in on the dock Sam included long ago and pressed play. 

He watched, more like studied you. The way you visibly relaxed at the sound of the song. The small smile never left his plump lips as he watched you bob your head and tap the steering wheel to the beat. 

“ Sweet dreams are made of this, who am I to disagree” You sand along with the words, moving your shoulders with every line. 

You were so carefree, no matter what the situation and Sam loved that. He loved you. 

“I travel the world and the seven seas, everybody’s looking for something” You looked toward Sam as you imitated the singer’s voice. 

“You’re such a dork, Y/N” Sam chuckled but it didn’t stop him from turning up the volume. 

“But you love me for it!” You winked slightly and went back to tapping and bobbing your head.

Sam’s expression changed and he sat up a little straighter, his smile turning to a knowing one. “Yeah, Yeah I do.” The silent mumble went un-noticed by you as you were belting out the lyrics even louder than before.

“Some of them want to use you,” You danced along as best you could, pressing your foot on the accelerator pedal a bit more. “Some of them want to be used by you”

Sam turned the speaker down low as you pulled up next to a park.

It came the time to dig up some bones, human bones. As you threw the shovel up onto the dirt you heaved a breath and looked at Sam. 

“Hey, Sammy?” You asked quietly.

“What is it, Y/N?” He replied, fishing the fuel can from his bag.

“How much does it weigh?” You bit your bottom lip to hide the grin as you looked at the human skeleton in the ground. 

Sam stood and furrowed his eyebrows at you and began to speak. 

“Y/N, I don’t-”

You cut him off in a fit of giggles and snorts, spluttering out your answer, “A skeleton!” 

You were still laughing when you pulled yourself out of the grave. You expected Sam’s reaction to the joke to be a bit different than it was. He just stared at you with those big brown puppy eyes. Sam’s expression looked defeated and fond.

“I love you” He breathed out on a chuckle as he shook his head. 

You stood frozen. He just said he loves you. After all this time you thought it was one sided. You stayed silent as Sam burned the bones and covered the tracks. 

Sam was torn, he thought he’d messed up. However as soon as the both of you had gotten in the impala and adjusted to the warmth, you’d clung to him. Scooting over to the passenger side to latch your limbs through his. You rested your head in his neck and sighed in comfort. 

“I’m sorry I went quiet.” You whispered as Sam’s muscular arm held your waist. “I thought it was only me... y’know who fell in love. I’m scared, one day i’m gonna lose you to this job or your gonna lose me a-and that terrifies me” 

Sam closed his eyes and let his lips rest on the top of your head. “We have to make the most of our time then.” He said softly. “Meaning, what a waste it would be if I don’t kiss you right now” 

Sam gently tilted your chin up with his fingers and ran his thumb over your bottom lip, watching as they parted and your eyes fell closed. He dipped his head down, capturing his soft lips with your slightly chapped ones. He cupped your cheeks with his big, warm hands. 

You two jumped apart to a knock on the window and a frustrated groan.

“Sammy, i’m happy you two got together but in my car?!” Dean’s voice floated through the car as he swung the door open.

“You aren’t meant to be discharged yet..how did you get here?” You blushed bright red as you scooted to sit up.

“ I discharged myself, dummy. Gimme the keys”