Sam's double take has turns into a twelve take as he sits stoically beside your sleeping body. He rubs a hand down his face, glancing down at your bare breasts on display while you sleep sounds beside him.

This has to be a dream.

And it's not like he hasn't had them before. Sam's had a crush on you since he was fifteen and he saw you in one of your first films. He'd never seen anyone so beautiful in his life.

Over the last sixteen years his infatuation never waned and Dean never missed a chance to point out a new movie poster, watching his little brother's cheeks turn red at the mere idea of you.

He's dreamt about you before, many starting just like this. Well, sort of like this. There's something about this moment, something that feels more real than normal. He woke up five minutes ago in this absurdly large bed, completely naked, next to the women of his dreams.

Making a soft noise you shift, nuzzling the side of your head into the pillow as you reach back. Your palm connects with the exposed skin of his chest and he freezes, his eyes the size of saucers. Curling your fingers you scrap nails gently through sparse chest hair.

"You're awake?" You mumble without opening your eyes.

Sam gulps, his mouth falling open as he searches for a response. This doesn't feel like a dream. He can feel your touch, really feel the warm pads of your fingers trail across his skin.

"Yeah." He manages, the word getting stuck in his throat.

"What are you doing?" Rolling your head toward him you open your eyes in the low light of the room and Sam holds his breath. He half expects you to get a good look at him bed and freak out once you realize he's a stranger and you're, well, you.

"I'm cold baby, get back down here." Pouting you turn toward him, blinking softly, eyes fluttering.

Sam can't believe your real. You're real and you're talking to him like it's no big deal, as if he's always in your bed.

"I, uh, um-" he stammers, as he lowers himself down on his side and you curl into him. Soft, supple skin pressing along the length of his body. Sam's cock leaps to attention as hard nipples press against his chest. One small hand snakes under his arm and around his side as you place a gentle kiss at the hollow of his throat. He's ready to apologize as his erection pokes your lower belly, but you don't seem to mind as you reach down with your free hand, wrapping slender fingers around the shaft of his dick.

Sam thinks he might pass out.

"You are really awake, huh?" There's amusement in your tone as you begin to lazily fist the length of his cock. "Want me to suck you off?"

This is the best dream in the history of dreams, he thinks. He might as well enjoy himself.

"No," He grunts, finding his confidence and rolling you onto you back with a soft oomf. You part your thighs as he nestles between them. "I wanna fuck you."

"I like the sound of that." You smile happily up at him, eagerly swallowing his kisses when his mouth finds yours. Just when he thinks this entire scenario can't get any better you whisper a soft I love you and Sam's heart speeds up to a gallop.

It's as he's pushing forward, his length sliding inside where your tight and wet, when you say the word that nearly makes his heart stop.

"Jared…"