Nothing was better than the day you were wheeled out of the hospital. Dean pushed you down the hallways, a little faster than the staff liked, but you all chose to ignore that. Dean popped a wheelie into the elevator, causing you to erupt in laughter as the door closed.
"Okay. So today we take it easy. Get you some real food. And rest." Dean pat you on your shoulder as the elevator slowly lowered to the bottom floor.
You rolled your eyes, "I am not a baby you know."
Sam and Dean shared a look, one you weren't able to see. You reached the bottom floor and to doors opened. No one paid much mind to you three. Dean walked causally now, navigating your way through the crowded bottom floor.
The fresh air and sun hit you and made goosebumps appeared on your skin. Dean's car was parked up front, and Sam ran forward to open the back door. You stood, stretching slightly before moving from one seat to another. Sam shut the door gently, giving it a simple slam to lock you in place.
Sam climbed into the front seat, turning to face you while Dean was still gone. "Are you alright?"
"I am fine. If you both would stop asking me that it'd be great." You leaned back, crossing your arms over your chest. You looked out the window, sick people and families slowly making their way in or out of the building.
Sam faced forward, "Yeah, right."
You both sat there for a moment in silence. Dean was taking longer than expected and while Sam had an idea as to why, you were left clueless. "Are we going back to that motel room?" You asked, breaking the deadly silence between the two of you.
"We uh- upgraded." Sam laughed, "Gave you a room to yourself. But it connects to ours so we can get to you if something happens. Both rooms are safe though."
Dean joined you now, throwing himself into the driver seat and roaring the engine to life. He lurched the car forward and brought you safely to your next destination, the hotel.
Sam wasn't lying. They had moved up a few floors and got two separate rooms that joined together. Sam and Dean had already picked their beds, bags and clothes thrown on top. Dean pointed to the open door, "That's your space. Just uh- don't leave it again?"
You laughed, "I think I learned my lesson last time. I wont be taking off like that again."
"Good."
X*X
You had made yourself slightly comfortable. Finding yourself in bed once more, tired and growing sore from the amount of moving you had been doing. You rested your head and felt your self slipping in and out of sleep.
"Y/N?" Sam asked, entering the room. He knocked on the door, only to find you laying on the bed. "Y/N? Are you awake."
"Barely." You croaked stirring in bed and attempting to force yourself into a sitting position.
Sam laughed, sitting on the end of your bed. "Its pain pill time. How are you feeling?"
You managed to pullyourself into a sitting position, though a few short hisses left your lips as you did. "Like pain pill time could have been 20 minutes ago."
"Sounds about right." Sam opened the orange bottle, shaking a few of the pills into the palm of his hand. He handed both the pills and a glass of water. He turned away as you downed the pills with a flick of your wrist.
You set the cup down on the small dresser next to the bed. "So whats next?" You asked, pushing yourself to sit next to Sam. Your legs barely reaching the floor over the bed.
"Dean is going to go to that club, scout out any possible leads." Sam said the words with a sigh, as if he were saddened by this.
"You're not going with him?"You asked.
"Someones got to make sure you don't get attacked again." He turned to you finally, a small smile on his lips. His eyes were crinkling, and his face turned a little flush.
"Right." You dried your suddenly sweaty palms on your thighs, looking down at the floor. "I never said thank you." Your voice was small, you cleared your throat and began to say it again, "I never-
"Actually you did." Sam scratched at the back of his neck and let out a small chuckle. "A lot. In the hospital." He turned to you now, hands nervously twitching on his lap.
"Right. Pain meds." You nodded. "Well I mean it. If it wasn't for you and Dean... What is it twice now?"
Sam's lips met with yours in a quick peck. You sat there frozen. Your eyes still shut and your lips still tingling from where he had touched you. You opened your eyes in a daze, Sam sat mere inches from you, his eyes foced on your lips.
"I-I-I..." You stammered, confused by the notion. Sam didn't give you a chance to finish, his lips met with yours again, this time for much longer. His hands pulling your hips towards him. You went along, still in shock at Sam's sudden approach towards you.
You didn't stop it though, climbing your way near him, allowing yourself to press against him. He never stopped kissing you, lips locked in a heated battle of passion. Sam's hands on your hips pulled you closer, which made you hiss out in pain.
Sam's hands and lips left you instantly. He raised his hands above his head, "Sorry, shit. Did I?"
"Its okay. I'm just still a little sore." You tried to pull one of his hands back to you, wanting to feel his hands on you still. But he was much stronger, "Sam it's okay. Look I am fine." You still tried to pull his hand to you, to prove to him that you were okay.
"You just got out of the hospital." Sam helped you off of him, his hands gently lifting you as if you weighted nothing. He jumped off the bed as soon as he knew you were safe. "No more than a few hours ago. I shouldn't..."
"I am not made of glass Sam." You argued, raising your voice. You got on your knee's still not as tall as the disgruntled man before you.
He cupped your face in his hands, his breath hot on your face. "Right now you might as well be." He whispered. "Damnit." He dropped his hands, resting his forehead on yours.
This time it was you who forced your lips against Sam's. He tried to fight it, tried to keep his hands off of you as you ran yours through his hair and pulled him closer to you; but he failed. He lowered you down, attempting to not crush you as he crawled on top of you.
His hips ground into yours, allowing you to feel how hard he was growing. Sam groaned against your neck, "Y/N, are you sure you're okay?"
"Sam, stop asking." You pulled his face to yours and wrapped your legs around him, forcing him to crush you. Sam took this as an invitation to use his full force on you. His hands pulled at your hair, his kissing became more aggressive as his lips mashed into yours with a new found hunger.
You tried to keep the pain hidden from Sam, tried to keep yourself from hissing as his hand gripped your hip tightly. He ran his rough and calloused hands up your shirt, scratching at your skin. The pain and the pleasure mixed and moans left you as Sam trailed kisses down your neck and to your chest. He pined your hands above your head with a single hand , keeping you from wandering your own hand as his wandered you.
A knock on the door made you both freeze. "Sam? I Shit. Okay. Never mind." Dean walked out of the room quickly, covering his eyes.
"Shit." Sam jumped off of you quickly, making short work of the gap between you and the door. He disappeared behind it, rushing to his brother and leaving you an out of breath horny mess.
You threw yourself down on the bed, sighing. You got up, fixing your shirt and entering the room with the newly arguing brothers. Both hushed as you came in, Dean sitting with his arms crossed over his chest. Sam huffed and ran a hand through his hair.
"Well if either of you care I found Claire at that club." Dean uncrossed his arms, "Was pretty easy to liquor her up and get some answers." Dean's eyes never met with you, they remained glued on his brother as he spoke. You could feel the tension in the room and didn't fully understand what had been said in the few moments you weren't in here. But now you wish you had joined Sam instantly.
Sam rolled his eyes. "And you didn't take her out?"
"Uh- No Sammy I didn't." Dean stood, his voice raising as he took a few steps towards his brother. "I thought I'd come back and get you both so you could help me." He pointed towards you, but still refused to look your way. "She's got a whole coven backing her up and I've got..."
"We'll help make some witch killing bullets. And I'll go with you to the house." Sam's voice was lower now with his older brother towering over him.
Dean scoffed, "Or should I just leave and take my time again?"
"Because liquoring up the witch must have been so hard for you." Sam was fed up now, rising to his feet and showing Dean just how much taller he was. You sat back, watching the events unfold before you as if you were watching it all on a TV.
Dean turned away, dragging his hand down his face. "Let's not talk about things that are hard Sammy."
"Are you two done seeing who has more testosterone?" Both turned to you now, for the first time since you entered the room both looked at you. Dean cocked his head to the side, confused by your sudden outburst, while Sam sat back with a smirk. "Can we start making these bullets you were talking about?" You gestured to Sam.
"Yeah. Sam why don't you go to the trunk and get the supplies." Dean forced a smile and threw himself in the chair next to you. Sam repeated the smile and left the room, slamming the door behind him.
Dean sighed, resting his elbows on the table and pinching at the brow of his nose. You watched Dean for a moment. "What happened?"
Dean looked over his hands at you. "Nothing." He shook his head and leaned back in his chair, tapping his foot on the ground.
"Nothing? That was obviously something." You gestured to the room. "Tell me what that was about."
Dean sighed again, "Really Y/N it was nothing. Sam's a grown man, if he wants to hook up with you I shouldn't..."
"No you shouldn't."