Title: Dancing the Stress Away.
Pairing: SamxOc
Summary: Sam finds a way to help her relax.
Word Count: 1,014
Warnings: None. It's just simple fluff.

A/N: I kinda found this to be boring, but hey. I was sleepy, saw an imagine prompt and this happened.

The boom box in her room played mundane slow music as she sat at the desk in her room in the bunker. A journal sat open on the dark woods as she wrote down the details of her last hunt. It had been a hard, emotional case. She had been hunting a rougarou and since it had procreated she had to turn a woman into not only a widow, but a bereaved parent as well.

The weight of the case still weighed heavily on her shoulders and when Sam walked by her open door she caught his eye. She had recently showered so her wet black hair hung down her back in relaxed ringlets. The water from her hair soaked into the back of the plain black shirt she was wearing. It was easy to see how stiff her shoulders were under the thin fabric. That and the fact that she sat straight backed, instead of slouching like she usually did, told him that she was more stressed than a rubber band stretched to the verge of snapping.

So without announcing his presence in any way other than making his footsteps loud, he walked over and placed his hands on her rock hard shoulders. She jumped, not having heard him despite his attempt to be obvious. "It's just me." he said with a quiet laugh.

She sighed when he started working his big hands into her tense muscles. "Oh…That feels good." She sighed, letting her head fall forward.

Sam was glad that she couldn't see the slightest blush that crept to his cheeks. "Good." He said with a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "You looked like you could use it. Hard case?"

"The hardest." She almost whispered and Sam could tell by the tinge of sadness in her voice that she wasn't exaggerating.

He surprised her when he stopped massaging then gripped her shoulders and used them to spin her around in the swivel chair. "Come here." He said flat faced as he held out his hand for hers.

"What?" she asked incredulously.

"You heard me." he said, giving her a small, very Sam-like smirk. "Take my hand."

"No." she said with a roll of her blue eyes then tried to turn back to the desk, but he held onto the back of the chair, not letting her move. "What are you doin', Sam?" She asked, getting aggravated with him.

"Would you just trust me" he asked, giving her his famous puppy dog eyes.

Fortunately for him, she couldn't resist that look no matter how sour of a mood she was in. "Ugh, fine." She grunted as she slapped her hand into his.

He pulled her up while simultaneously turning up the slow song. When it was at a comfortable volume he pulled her to him then let go of her to place her right hand on his left shoulder. she just watched with quizzical eyes as he placed his left hand on the subtle curve of her waist and grabbed her left hand in his right. He gave her a toothy grin as they started moving in time with the music.

"What are we doin'?" she asked flatly, not smiling back.

"Wow that case really did drain you huh?" he said with a tilt of his head. "We're dancing."

"Yeah, I can see that, Smartass. What I meant was why/" she asked and Sam could tell by the playfulness in her voice when she called him a smartass that she was already starting to loosen up.

"Because you're stressed. You need to relax and I know you like to dance, so…" he said with a shoulder shrug. He gave her another toothy smile before he gave her waist a push. Laughter left her lips as he spun her. her hair flying behind her before she crashed back into his chest.

As she pressed her face into his chest he placed his hand back on her side, now gripping her hip. They swayed back and forth like that, their feet not even really moving for the remainder of the song.

When the song ended she pulled her face from his warm chest and looked up at him with a small smile. "Thanks, Sam."

He smiled almost shyly down at her. "You're welcome." As he brushed her hair behind her ear, she caught his hand in hers so that she was now holding both of his hands. He gave her a questioning look as she looked down at their entangled fingers then brought them up to her lips. He sighed as she lightly brushed her soft lips over his knuckles. When she moved her blue eyes up to meet his hazels, it wasn't hard to see the lust veiling them.

So without a second thought he pressed his lips to hers, gripped her hips and lifted her. She squealed and giggled as she wrapped her legs around his tall frame. He walked blindly until his felt his shins hit her bed, and then laid her back easing down over her as he did.

"Ugh. Learn to shut the door." Dean's voice made them break apart to breathily look up at him standing in the doorway of her room.

"Dean, do you mind?" Sam asked, not moving.

"Do I mind getting my eyes burned out on the way to my room? Yes." He answered, not going away. If Dean was being honest with himself, it wasn't the position he was seeing his brother in that burned his eyes. There wasn't even any skin showing, so it wasn't that. But what bothered him and caused him to speak up was the fact that Sam was making out with her. He had been hoping to make a move on her, but hadn't found the right moment.

Sam scoffed as he got up and walked over to the door. "Good night, Dean." He said before he slammed the door in Dean's face.

Sam rolled his eye as he turned back to see her giggling. He silenced her giggles when he pressed his lips to hers.