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queenofhelldarlin

the longer i watch it the funnier it gets.

carolinaclouds

Sweet Dreams

Pairing: Sam x Reader (kind of) Warnings: Fluff Summary: Sam comes to sleep in the readers room “This is your room” Sam smiles, opening the motel room with the key card. “I get my own room?” you asked, setting your duffel bag down on the bed. “Yeah, I figured you’d probably want a night or two away so I got you your own. Is that okay?” Sam looked very hesitant, scared he might have upset you in some way. His worry instantly washed away when he saw a smile spread across your lips. “Yeah, no that’s great! I won’t have to deal with Dean’s snoring; who knows, I might even get a good nights sleep for once.“ you laughed, laying back on your queen sized bed. “Well, here’s a copy of your room key in case you need it. We have yours too, so if something happens just call.” Sam chuckled, laying the room key on the table by the door.

The first night on the job wasn’t so bad. Dean had staked out one of the suspects houses while you and Sam questioned the local authorities and towns people about the murders. “I am beat” you sighed, climbing out of the impala. “Yeah, flirting with the Deputy can do that to ya” Sam joked with a hint of jealousy in his voice. There had been some sexual tension between the two of you lately, nothing had happened yet, but that didn’t mean you didn’t want it to. Rolling your eyes, you watched as they crossed the other side of the motel and went into their room. Sighing you closed your door and immediately peeled off your clothes and jumped into the shower. When you had finished your nighttime routine, you turned on the tv to watch Friends and passed out within the episode.

The sound of your door shutting woke you up, immediately grabbing the gun from under your pillow you pointed it at the door. “Sam?” you asked sleepily, setting the gun on your nightstand and sitting up with a yawn. “Dean’s snoring is keeping me up, is it cool if I sleep in here?” he asked, you could hear how tired he was in his voice. “Yeah, its okay.” you yawned, snuggling back down into your comforter. You watched as Sam grabbed a blanket and pillow from the closet and laid down on the couch, curling up so he would fit properly. A small smile played on your lips, “Sam, come get in the bed.” you laughed, pulling the other side of the blanket up. “I’m fine here, y/n” Sam laughed, laying his head on the pillow. “Sam, if you don’t get in the bed then you can’t sleep in here” you warned, a jokingly tone slipped out, making him laugh too. Getting up, he crossed the room in just a few strides and got into your bed. “Are you sure this is okay?” he asked, making sure he didn’t make you feel uncomfortable. “I wouldn’t have offered if it wasn’t okay, Sammy” you mumbled, already falling back asleep. Hesitantly, Sam shifted his body so he was laying down under the covers, trying to make himself comfortable in the bed without disturbing you. There wasn’t a whole lot of room in the bed with the two of you. “Sam” you whispered, feeling him shift in the bed. “Yeah?” he replied, laying on his side facing your back. “Come here” you whispered, grabbing his arm and pulling it over your body so you two were spooning. Sam moved closer to you, his front pressed right up against your back. “Is this okay?” he asked, locking his arm around you so he could feel like he was protecting you from anything that might enter the room. “mmmhmm” you mumbled again, slowly falling back into the sleep you had before he had come into your room.

The next morning, Dean entered your room, looking for Sam and was only a little bit shocked to find you two sleeping together in the same bed. Your bodies were pressed up against each other, your face was in Sam’s neck with his arms wound tightly around your body; almost as if he was trying to keep anyone from taking you from him. Smiling softly, Dean pulled out his phone and took a few pictures of you two and laughed softly. “Oh yeah, they are never going to live this down.”

sexualsam

Dating Sam Winchester Would Include

* Lots of cuddling

* Sams the big spoon

* Sometimes you lay on his chest and he plays with your hair

* You love his hair

* Intense laughing fits

* Working out together

* Going on runs together

* Dean is disgusted by both

* You guys reading books together

* Seriously, it’s like you guys have your own book club

* It’s cliche but, massive bear hugs

* He holds your head in his hand and hugs you till you can’t breathe

* You’re his main priority on hunts

* Playing with his hair mindlessly

* Dean didn’t always like you

* He thought you would be another Ruby

* He was happily proved wrong and loves you like a sister

* You scratching his back

* His hand is always on your leg

* Top of head kisses

* Forehead kisses

* Light barely touching kisses

* Intense deep kisses

* Sparring

* When you get frustrated at something he lets you explode

* Sometimes you pound on his chest

* Eventually he grabs your hands and hugs you

* Angry sex

* Rough sex

* Sam is crazy dominate

* “Mine”

* He loves gripping your hips (just enough for bruises) while he pounds into you

* You waking each other up for morning sex

* Dean hates it

* You guys are loud

* He’s not so much overprotective as he is over worried

* You wearing his shirts to bed

* “Gn Y/n, I love you.”

* Goodnight kisses

castielzwingz67

..I want a boyfriend like Sam and Dean Winchester

sparksflycastiel

This is an episode. About an angel. Who fell in love with a human. IS THAT WHAT I AM WATCHING RIGHT NOW????? IS THIS A DREAM????????

castielzwingz67

Nope not a dream😌

sexualsam

Dating Dean Winchester Would Include

* Letting him be the little spoon

* When he hugs you and he puts his head on yours

* Very passionate kisses

* You’re a better poker player

* Dean won’t admit it

* Loud singing in the impala to annoy Sam

* Sam absolutely adores you

* You’re like a big sister to him

* Taking his leather jacket and wearing it sometimes

* Passionate sex

* Morning sex

* Makeup sex

* Impala sex

* Dean asking to paint your nails

* Bc he is a big ass softie

* Him dying for you (Literally)

* You making him home made pie

* Both of you guys geeking out about old western movies

* Massive arguments

* Hot makeup sex again

* He lays on your chest and you play with his hair

* Loads of jealousy

* Hugs from behind

* Forehead kisses

* Playing strip poker

* Him whooping your ass in pool

* Sparring

* Face holding

* Hand holding

* Hunting with the boys

* Even though he doesn’t want you to

* “Stop staring.”

* “You’re so beautiful.”

* Intense make out sessions

* Having annual burger eating competitions

* “God I love you.”

* You sitting on his lap sometimes

* Him whispering dirty things in your ear

* “Marry me, Y/n.”

* “I’ve never pictured myself in a wedding dress.”

* He gives you his moms ring

* Back rubs

* Showers together

* Laying on the impala’s hood and watching the stars together

* Accidentally getting pregnant

* Him being the best father anyone could ever ask for

* Sam accidentally walking in on you two having sex

* “I love you.”

sexualsam

Cruel Intentions

Imagine: Getting lectured by Dean but getting distracted by how hot he is.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 974

Warnings: Implied Smut?

You walked into your room with Dean hot on your heels. You had made a pretty risky decision while on a hunt and he wasn’t too happy about what could have happened. In the end, everything worked out but that didn’t matter to him. Dean slammed the door behind him and turned to look at you. If looks could kill you would be beyond dead by now.

“What the hell were you thinking!” He yelled, flailing his hands out in front of him. You watched how his arm veins popped out, how his muscles flexed when he put his hands forward. It was damn near impossible to concentrate on what he was saying. How was it possible that someone could look this good while yelling? No, a better question was why was this turning you on? Seeing him all worked up made something inside you scream.

“Everything worked out, I don’t know why you’re freaking out.” You said nonchalantly, holding his gaze. He rolled his eyes at your response. He was so attractive without even trying. The way that he swiftly darted his tongue along his bottom lip, or the way he wiped his chin with his thumb. God, the things you wanted him to do to you.

“You almost got me and Sam killed, not to mention yourself. The only reason we’re still alive is because I saved our asses.” This time you rolled your eyes. Dean took a step forward, and you swore you could see a faint smirk play on his features.

“What did you just do?” You stood up off the edge of the bed and stared at Dean.

“No, the only reason that we’re alive and not puppy chow is because of my quick thinking.” You wanted to see how far you could push him before something snapped. With Dean, makeup sex was a given, no matter how small the fight was. You couldn’t wait to see how mindblowing this round was gonna be. He took another step closer, forcing you back down on the bed. You just stared at each other. With each passing second his light green eyes grew darker. You flicked your eyes down to his lips. Fuck, they were so perfect and plump you couldn’t wait to feel them on you, attacking every inch of your body, leaving marks all over your neck and other places only he could see. Just looking at them alone made you wet.

“God, Y/n, you’re so full of yourself.” He said looking down at you. He watched you as you stared at his lips and he smiled. He knew exactly what you were doing, and what your endgame was, and he wasn’t complaining. The only thing was, he could play this game better.

“Am I?” You asked, looking up at him through your lashes. By now he was so close that you could practically smell his aftershave. He held your chin in his hands. You watched as his eyes raked your body, briefly stopping at your breasts before bringing them back to your eyes.

He leaned down and lifted your face, he lightly brushed his lips against yours.

“Yeah, you are.” He said pulling away. He walked back to the table on the opposite side of the room and took off his shirt. You chuckled inside your head. You could barely concentrate on what he was saying when he had clothes on, nevermind when he takes them off. Your eyes snapped up to his defined torso; all you wanted to do was run over to him and drop to your knees, but you held yourself together. At this point, both of you knew that this wasn’t about your hunting decisions, it was about who would crack first.

“So, you’re mad at me because I do- I know what I’m doing.” You stuttered, tearing your eyes away from the god of a man in front of you, yes he was hot, but he was annoying as hell. Especially with the way he made you crumble by just talking. He now had a full on smirk plastered on his face, you knew he enjoyed seeing you stumble over your words, largely because it was him making you do it.

“No, I’m mad because you’re reckless and impulsive. You almost got everyone killed.” He said sternly, running his hands through his hair. You watched as his muscles flexed when he lifted his arms up. He knew what he was doing, he knew every little thing he did was making you wetter by the second. His voice, his arms, his everything. It was all so distracting.

You got up off the bed and started walking towards him.

“You know what Dean?” You asked, cocking your head to the side. You were now standing about five inches from his face.

He mimicked your actions and turned his head to the side as well.

“What’s that?” He hummed, narrowing his eyes. He watched your chest heave as you slowly got more turned on. You sucked in a breath, preparing yourself for what was most likely going to happen after your next statement.

“I think you’re pissed because I was the one that saved us this time and you were the one screaming my name for help.” You smiled when you saw the rise that got out of him. He closed the remaining space between you two by grabbing your hips roughly. He bent down and put his lips to your ear.

“You’re gonna be the only one screaming this time.”

All you saw was a slight smile on his face before he spun you around and set you on the table. By now you had passed the turned on line and slid right into sexually frustrated.