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Caught under the mistletoe with Sam - supernaturalimagine at tumblr

You were standing in the doorway leading into the main room of the bunker, talking to Dean. He seemed to be smirking about something, which made you inherently frustrated. You subconsciously brought your hand up to your face and frowned.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" He just shook his head slightly and grinned. Overhearing the conversation, Sam walked out of the kitchen, drink in hand and leaned against the same doorway you were in.

"You don't have anything on your face Y/N, he's just being an ass." Sam stated as brought his cup up to his lips. Dean grew redder until he finally couldn't hold in his laughter. It came out in loud bellowing bursts, which caused Sam to choke and spit out his coffee, for fear that his brother had done something to it.

"What?" You put your hands on your hips defensively. Dean just grinned smugly and pointed to something at the top of the door frame. Following his finger, both you and Sam looked up to see a discreetly placed mistletoe above your heads. You blushed furiously because unbeknownst to Sam, you'd liked him for quite some time. And god dammit, you really shouldn't have told Dean that.

-Flashback Start-

You and Dean emptied yet another case of beer, and you were standing up to go grab another case, when he grabbed your arm and forced you back down. He stared at you intently, with his hand still wrapped around your wrist. It was at this moment that Sam walked into the room, causing Dean to drop your hand and lean back quickly. Sam stopped short and stared at the scene that unfolded before him, running his fingers through his sleep-ridden hair.

"Is Dean harassing you?" He seemed amused as he looked at the drunk duo. All you could do is swallow, because heaven forbid he take an extra minute to put a shirt on. Realizing you had yet to answer, you shook your head quickly. Sam began talking to Dean about a possible case up in Missoula, but you were too busy staring at his chest. You trailed your eyes down to the waist band of his pajama pants, your breath catching in your throat. He had a very well defined 'V' muscle, as your friend had called it. You couldn't help but remember she also mentioned the more defined it is, the more sex he's been having. Maybe that was a load of bull, but it was a nice thought. Your observations were cut short as you realized that Dean had been calling your name for or the past 5 minutes.

"You alright Y/N?" Sam was much closer now, and before you knew it, he was pressing his oversized hand on your forehead. You jumped back quickly and caught Dean's eye, who smiled knowingly. You flashed him the dirtiest look you could manage before responding to Sam's concerns.

"Yeah, no I'm fine! I think I just drank too much, I'll head off to bed soon." Seeing that Sam was not completely satisfied you smiled brightly at him. He nodded and walked to the kitchen.

"You like him!" You jumped as Dean whispered in your ear. You swung your head to glare at him, but then it softened, seeing as if you weren't able to get on his good side, he would definitely tell Sam.

"You can't tell him." You pleaded with him quietly, but he just shook his head. He opened his mouth to say more but Sam walked back into the main room, drink in hand. He was about to go back to his room when he stopped and turned back. He stared at both of you quizically for a few seconds, his eyes darting between the two of you.

"You guys aren't...?" He trailed off and stood there awkwardly. Suddenly, Dean slapped a hand on your back and laughed.

"No way man! She's hot, but she's more of a little sister to me!" You shrugged off his hand and stood up.

"I'm-I'm going to bed!" You glanced pleadingly at Dean one more time and ran to your room, brushing by a very confused Sam as you passed.

-Flashback End-

"C'mon guys! S'like the law, you gotta kiss if you're under the mistletoe!" You heard Sam sigh and shuffle around awkwardly.

"Here!" Dean stepped forward and grabbed the cup out of a very resistant Sam. You resisted the urge to look at him, staring defiantly at the dust on the floor. Suddenly, Sam's finger found it's way under your chin and was forcing you to look at him. He searched your eyes for a few seconds, then dropped his hand, his touch still lingering.

"She's embarrassed Dean, I'm not going to make her do anything she doesn't want too!"

"She's definitely wants too."

"What?"

"I said-"

"It's just a kiss right?" Both brothers stared in shock at your sudden outburst.

"I mean we might as well get it over with, or we'll never hear the end of it." You swore you could see Sam's shoulders droop at the mention of 'get it over with', but you decided it was just your imagination.

"See? The girl's okay with it! So...you know..." Dean gestured between the two of you.

You and Sam were facing each other now, Sam's eyes still unsure. You smiled reassuringly and nodded, though deep inside you were terrified. Sam pulled you in closer and although he was leaning down, you still were almost on your tip-toes. As he was bringing his mouth closer to yours, you couldn't help but notice a small scar on the bridge of his nose. You wondered how he got it, and suddenly, you wanted to know all about him. You wanted to know how he got each and every scar, you wanted to hear the story behind Sam Winchester. And as his lips were about to touch yours, and you could feel the warmth radiating off of him, you realized just how much you yearned to kiss him.

His lips brushing across yours, tentative. And then it wasn't. Sam's lips were against yours in a flash, each touch lingered, burning invisible marks you knew would never wash away. You swore your heart had never pounded as fast as it had right then. Somewhere in the room Dean whistled, muttering something about giving the lovebirds privacy. Sam merely waved him off, his lips still firmly connected to yours. And then it was over. He pulled back, and you desperately wanted to reach out and pull him back to you, to feel his burning touch again. Both of your guys faces flushed a deep crimson. You coughed lightly and started for your room, but his arm twisted around your waist and you were pressed against him again. He smirked and leaned in to whisper in your ear.

"I saw you checking me out the other day." You felt the heat rise up to your cheeks as you shook your head.

"I did no-" He interrupted you by planting another kiss on your lips, and when he was about to pull back, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him back in. Humming happily against his lips, 1 kiss turned into 5, and 5 turned into 20. The heat between you two was unbearable.

You would just have to thank Dean later.

A/N: I meant to get this up yesterday, but I had people staying over and they had to sleep in my room, which is where my computer is. Please remember to R&R and make a request using the form on Chapter 1! Xoxo -Cass