Ok guys here's my first Sam fic, will be some smut Coming up too ;) let my know what you think x
"Ok he's all yours " Dean says as you drops him on the chair in their twin room
"What? Where the hell do you think you're going?" You say jumping from your seat on Dean's bed
Dean grabs your room key that you left by the laptop.
"I'm sleeping in your room, in peace" he answered tossing your keys in the air, you move to grab them but miss.
"Like hell you are!" You say moving to snatch the keys
"I dealt with him last time it's your turn" he says lifting the keys well out of your reach.
"He's your brother!" You argue
"You're the one who lov..." you leap forward slapping your hand over Dean's mouth.
You turn to see if Sam had heard, but he was too, busy laughing at his shoe. You breath a sigh of relief.
You turn glaring at Dean whose smirking at you.
"You're the one who got him drunk!"
Dean let out a sigh "well there's only one way to decide this"
You roll your eyes before raising your hand read for rock, paper, scissors. Which Dean wins.
"Ha!" Dean shouts, grabbing his bag. "Have fun!" You continue to glare as he shuts the door.
Damn him, he knew how you felt about Sam! He picked up on it about 3 months ago and has left you live it down since...and now he pulls this little stunt.
The problem wasn't helping Sam, no you'd help him in a heartbeat. It was that when Sam got drunk, he got friendly...very friendly. Yes Sam Winchester was an affectionate drunk. That meant hugs, touches and kisses.
Being pulled to sit on his lap to be cuddled wasn't all bad, it was the way he stroked your hair or the way he nuzzled you ear as he spoke that broke you. You had dreamed that Sam would do that sober so many times it hurt, but no he barley even looks at you when he hasn't been drinking.
Dean is usually you hero when Sam is like this, knowing how uncomfortable it makes you...so why has he left you here now?
You sigh, well staring at the door isn't going to help anyone. You turn to look at the object of your affection to see him still trying to remove his shoe giggling.
You crack a smile
"Come on Sammy, let's get you to bed" you state in a matter of fact tone of voice as you help him remove his shoe, Sam just snorts at you, face neutral.
"You're bossy!" You look at him open mouthed completely shocked. "And short" he added laughing once again
You shake your head at him, rubbing your fingers in circles against your head to try and numb the headache that will surely follow.
"Well Sammy, everyone is short compared to you" you say removing his other shoe, before holding your hands out to him to help him stand.
He smiles up at you taking your hands before pulling you towards him onto his lap, locking his arms around you, Sitting across his lap, every breath he exhaled tickled your neck .
*remind me to kill Dean tomorrow* you thought as he pulled you impossibly closer, sniffing your hair. You froze, that's new...you heard him mumble something long the lines of "smell nice" before he began kissing your neck.
You did everything you could to move away, but every time you tried to shift his arms clamped around you. Holding back a moan that was building in your throat your eyes fluttered shut, getting completely lost in the moment.
It was when you felt a bulge grow against your hip that your eyes snapped open and you came to your senses.
"Ok that's enough of that!" You say more to yourself than to Sam. You tear his arms from around you, which as harder than it sounded...even totally drunk Sam was a stupidly strong guy.
Your turned to see Sam sulking, you rolled your eyes still trying to shake the feeling of his lips on your skin.
"Oh no, puppy eyes are not going to work here Sam Winchester. Up, changed, bed! In that order mister!"
He looked down before raising his arms for your to pull him up, and you almost fell for it, stopping just before reaching him when you saw him sulking face had turned to a smirk.
You laughed, shaking your head "come on Sammy it's getting late, bed!"