Things had changed between the three of youâyou could feel it. It had been a year since you last hunted together, and, God, how you missed them. The three amigos, the three musketeersâyou were inseparable, stuck together like glue. But then life happened, and you had to pull away. A week ago, you ran into them again while working a case, and afterward, none of you had the guts to say goodbye again. Somehow, everything fell back into place, as if youâd never been apart.
You tried to pretend you couldnât feel the tension between the three of you. Tried to convince yourself Deanâs lingering gaze was just his way and that Samâs hugs had always lasted a little too long. You lied to yourself, that you didnât enjoy the warmth of Samâs body pressed against yours or that your cheeks didnât burn when Deanâs eyes trailed your body. But all the pretending and lying crumbled the moment you overheard them arguing.
It was late when you set out to grab some food, but as you approached the motel door, the sound of the brothers yelling stopped you in your tracks. Their words were muffled, but your name rang clear as day. After a few seconds of listening in and your heart pounding you finally mustered the courage to push the door open. The room fell silent the moment you stepped inside, and the tension lingered throughout dinner until it was broken by the sound of your voice.
âI have a case in my hometown, i leave tomorrowâ you stated quietly. Your eyes fixed on your plate, feeling the brothers gaze over you. âweâll come with youâ Sam replied calmly. You swallowed hard âIt's personalâ. Both brothers furrowed their brows, exchanging a confused glance. âIs someone threatening you?â Deanâs tone was sharp, almost accusing. âWhat? No!â You snapped back startled. âThen what is it?â Sams's tone was gentle and his turned-up brows paired with his puppy eyes made it hard to lie. The more your gaze shifted between the two of them the more you felt yourself cracking. You had barely survived the year without themâhow could you possibly survive a lifetime?
âY/N,â Deanâs sharp voice snapped you back to reality. You bit down on your lip, pushing yourself away from the table. The boys immediately followed your lead, all of you now standing in tense silence. âI can't be the reason you two fall apartâ you explained. Their expressions shifted to shockâWhat?â Dean scoffed. You inhaled sharply, steadying yourself âi heard you t fightingâŚit was about me wasnât it?â You watched the boys turn to each other. Dean raised a brow and Sam nodded his head, like they were communicating telepathically.
âI think youâd better sit down for this,â Sam said softly moving toward you. Taking your wrist gently, he guided you to the edge of the motel bed. The mattress let out a faint squeak as Dean sat beside you, his thigh pressed firmly against yours. Sam studied your confused haze, his gaze steady and calm, before clasping his hand over yours. âWe werenât fighting,â he began. âWe were talking about how we want youâŚâ He hesitated, his words hanging in the air at the feeling of your hand tightening around his, your eyes fixed with anticipation. âAnd weâre hoping you wanted usâ
Your gaze broke from Sam's when you felt Dean's cold hand rest on your lower back. Your eyes met his, his calm and reassuring expression grounding you. "Only if you want to," he said firmly, slowly inching closer before connecting his lips to yours. When your lips moved against him, he deepened the kiss, his restraint melting away. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer, turning you fully toward him, and positioning himself between your legs. Sam softly pulled you to lean against his chest, his hand making their way to unbutton your shirt âAre you ok with this?â he whispered. Dean pulled away to let you respond, you nodded your head âPleaseâ you begged breathlessly.
Dean wasted no time stripping himself of his clothes, before helping you out of your pants while Sam threw your shirt to the ground. âReady?â Dean asked pumping himself, your eyes already showing how desperate you were with Sam sucking at your neck. You scratched at Sam's clothed thighs feeling Dean push into you. Dean leaned into the other side of your neck, continuing to thrust inside you. Your hot breath and moans against his ear made him let out a deep groan as he quickened his pace.
You were so intoxicated by Dean's movements, that you missed the feeling of Sam's hands sliding between you and Dean's chest, cupping your breast before giving a gentle squeeze releasing a small moan from your wet lips. âYou sound so beautifulâ he muttered. Dean could feel you arch against him and with a few more deep thrusts, watched you release around him before following. Your Head lay back on the younger brotherâs shoulder, weakly looking up at him âSamâ you panted. He quickly passed you off to Dean who distracted you with light kisses around your jaw and collarbone. Your head tilted to the side and eyes locked on Sam undressing himself. you could feel yourself pooling again. Sam pulled you from Dean's arms as he climbed back on the bed, allowing you to hook your arms around his broad shoulders. âI'll be gentleâ he spoke against your lips. You shuddered at the feeling of being reentered, your hands reaching up to fist his hair.
Samâs thrusts were deep and slow compared to Dean's quick and harsh ones, slowly building you up. You didn't think the feeling could get better until a familiar hand made its way between your legs and gentle fingers circled your clit, making you gasp. You turned to see Dean over your shoulder âHi sweetheartâ he smirked ďżźpressing his lips to yours. It only lasted a moment when Sam's hand grabbed your face turning you to him âMy turnâ he groaned before smacking his lips against yours. You could feel yourself reaching your high again, uncontrollably rolling your hips into him. His grip on your hips tightened while he cam into you, your fluids mixing.
âGood girlâ he cooed, bringing you down from your high, and softly laying you on the mattress. Your eyelids flickered to the brothers who were on either side of you. âYou did so well, sweetheartâ Dean praised, brushing sweaty strands of hair off your forehead. âGet some rest, weâll take care of you,â Sam spoke gently, watching your eyes flicker close. The feeling of gentle lips grazing your skin as you dozed off.
