The door to the motel swung open and you glanced over. Dean was trying to drag a drunk Sam into the room, to which after a ton of struggle, had set him on the bed.
"Well, you're on your own," Dean told you, walking out and closing the door behind him. You looked down at the bed, at Sam, and his handsome face and his full lips and his brown eyes and-
"Y/N...?" Sam asked in a whiny voice as he turned over on the bed, looking up at you.
"Yeah?"
"I'm tired..." Sam whined, touching your waist and lower back, you didn't mind though, because it wasn't like he'd remember it in the morning, though you'd definitely tease him about it.
"Sit up.." You grabbed his arms and pulled him up, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off his arms. You were setting him up for how he usually slept. She kneeled down and took his socks and shoes off. Sam grabbed your shoulder with one of his big hands and stopped you for a second. You looked up at him.
"What?" You asked. He shook his head and removed his hand.
You took ahold of his belt and unbuckled it, then pulled it from his pant loops, and pulled his pants down and off his legs too.
"Lay down.." You told Sam, and he listened, pulling himself up onto the bed, groaning slightly. You moved to pull the blanket up over him but before you could, he grabbed you and pulled you into him, spooning you.
"Sam.." You mumbled.
"Shut up." Sam said, sounding much more... coherent. He pressed up against you and held you tight against him.
"Sam let me go!" You kicked your legs against him, trying to make him let you go. He grabbed your thighs and held you tighter against him.
"Just shut up!" His hand crept towards your core.
"Sam, stop! This isn't okay! Your drunk!"
"I'm not drunk." He spat. "I'm not drunk at all." His hand rubbed over you and dipped into your leggings. He kissed your ear, whispering sweet nothings in it as he rubbed your bare thighs.
"Sam, you lied to me and Dean."
"I didn't lie. It's just..you never let me touch you when I'm not drunk..and I never remember it, and I just wanted to see how it felt when I wasn't drunk.." Sam kissed your ear again.
"You could've, oh I don'y know, asked?!" You sighed.
"I'm sorry...I will next time..now, please...can I just touch you?" Sam looked at you with pleading eyes.
