Sam discovering reader's quiet in bed and doing whatever he can to make her cream by eating her out, he doesn't fuck her with his cock or let her cum unless she moans like he wants her too no matter how desperate she is <3 pretty please <3
this food is so fucking good anon. sam’s favorite destination is between your legs <3 this was so fun to write hehe i love when sam is just a lil bit of a sadist
cw: afab!reader (no pronouns mentioned); use of pet names for reader (baby, honey); edging; dirty talk; praise; teensy bit of dacryphilia | 1k words | 18+ content under the cut
“C’mon, baby, you can do better than that.”
Sam’s voice rumbles against your center. It’s hard to tell just how long he’s had you pressed against the mattress like this, panting and trembling under his tongue. It feels like it’s been hours since you started, but you haven’t gotten to cum once — all because he’s been edging you, trying to get you to moan nice and loud for him.
It’s not that Sam doesn’t treat you well — there’s not a single other person on this planet that could possibly make you cum as hard as he does — but you’re naturally quiet in the bedroom. Whether it’s your own hand, a toy, or Sam’s cock stuffed inside you, you’re typically silent during sex, save for some heavy breathing and the occasional low whimper.
Sam isn’t the type of guy to take it personally at all, but — well, he’s long since had a morbid obsession with trying to break your quiet streak. Call it research. He wants to know what you would sound like, if he could pull some obscene noises out of you. He’s not looking for cheap porn star moans — he wants the real thing.
So here you are, shuddering and clutching at his hair. You try to tug him back down so you can rub your clit against his nose and finally get off, but the second he realizes what you’re doing, Sam pulls away. You whine petulantly, reaching for him, but you wind up clawing at the air instead of his head.
“Not yet,” he murmurs, sitting back on his knees between your parted legs. “I told you, baby, I wanna hear you first.”
“Sam, come back,” you grouse, close to tears. “Please, that’s enough. I wanna cum.”
He smiles at you so sweetly that, had you not witnessed him torturing you for the past hour, you’d find it endearing.
“I know,” he says, looking almost a little guilty as he kisses your knees. “I know, and you will. I just wanna hear that you like it, that’s all. Not so hard, right?”
You huff, frustrated and needy. If you weren’t so desperate to get off, you’d up and leave him alone on the bed; you already attempted some time ago to sneak your hand down to your clit, but Sam made you close your legs and just sit there until you promised to behave yourself, so that’s out of the question. Besides, it’s already hard enough finding time to get in bed with Sam without his brother unintentionally cockblocking, so you might as well suffer through it.
When you’re finally relaxed again — as much as you can be, at least — Sam trails his mouth down your inner thighs, alternating between each, until he’s hovering over your puffy folds. He kisses your slick, glistening cunt before licking a stripe up the middle. You whimper, dragging your hands over the sheets below you. They bunch up into fists when Sam’s tongue juts out further, slipping into you and flicking upward. You audibly squeak, the sound squeezed out of you from your restraint.
Sam chuckles against you, repeating the motion. His laughter vibrates from your pussy all the way up your body, lighting up every nerve ending. You arch your back, trying to grind against his face, but Sam doesn’t let you — he clamps his hands around your thighs, holding them against the side of his head. His hair tickles your skin, making you jump and shiver while he bobs his head, tongue-fucking you, then sucking your clit, then repeating the actions.
He eats you like he’s been starving for it — and honestly, he just might be. If there’s one thing you know and love about Sam, it’s this: he loves to taste you.
Sam is beginning to moan by this point, losing himself between your legs. He starts to eat you out more voraciously, digging his fingertips into the meat of your thighs — and it’s that possessive gesture that makes your hips twitch, and a weak sound escapes you. It’s not quite the full-on moan he’s been waiting for, but he’s getting closer to where he wants you now.
He pulls his head back briefly, hiking your legs up to sit around his shoulder now. Sam yanks you down by your hips, and you yelp, tugging the sheets down with you. Sam lands on your cunt again with a dark chuckle under his breath. He openly groans, lapping you up and rubbing his nose against your clit like you were hoping for earlier. The sensation is like a zap of electricity to your body — you moan aloud, squeezing your legs around his head. A shuddering sigh escapes you, then another loud whine when his tongue squirms around your clit.
“That’s it,” Sam mutters between tastes of you. “There you go, just like that.”
Tears puddle in your eyes, wetting your lashes. You’ve been on the edge for so long now, and the end is finally in sight. Sounds rip from your throat that you didn’t even know you could make — low, warbling sounds and animal-like wails. Sam smiles against your cunt, shoving his face against you until he can hardly breathe. His mouth closes around your folds, kissing and suctioning his lips to make you squirm and moan all over again. He grabs ahold of your hips, lifting them up to meet his face, and stars speckle the outskirts of your vision.
With a loud cry of his name, your walls clench, then release. You gush right onto his waiting tongue, and Sam eagerly laps up the cum that pours out from between your puffy folds. He doesn’t let a single drop hit the sheets; he slurps it up, making obscenely loud noises that have your cheeks burning hot.
You’re too sensitive to take much more of his ministrations. One hand lazily reaches for his head, curling into his hair and lightly tugging him off of your pussy. Sam lifts his head up, eyes crinkling at the corners when he smiles at you. His lips and chin are glistening under the lamplight; he makes no move to wipe away your release.
“You did so good, honey,” he praises, all soft-spoken as if he wasn’t just moaning between your legs. He crawls his way up your body, kissing your stomach, then your neck, then your lips. You’re still whimpering and shaky from cumming so hard; he cups your cheek, swiping his thumb beneath your eyes to brush away your tears. “Think you can do that with me inside you, now?”
dean had gone inside the gas station, surely scoping out the whole place in desperate search of the pie section in the mini bakery. which left you and sam to pass the time amongst yourselves.
it hadn’t even been a full two minutes until sam cramped himself in the backseat of the impala, practically pouncing on you against the leather seats, which quickly began to grow sticky from the shared sweat. the windows fogged, and baby’s metal frame rocked above the parking lot’s pavement. sam was balls deep inside you, rocking and grinding his hips to sheath his fat cock through your meaty walls.
“g.. god—mm, fuck, sam—” your fingers threaded through the brunette strands on his head, clutching in time with the strong clench your pussy gave him, pulling him into you in both ways. sam moaned against your lips before sealing them with his own, a low grumble vibrating from his adam’s apple as you continued to pull him down by his hair.
the mutual gush between your bodies rang in your ears and coated the seats of dean’s precious car. sam ducked his head until it was snugly tucked into the crook between your neck and shoulder, placing hot, slobbery kisses and sucking bruises on the skin of your collarbones.
sam shuddered as he came inside you, feeling his release begin to travel back to your opening and leak over the leather beneath the two of you. your lips clashed together once more as you rode out your highs, breaking with the quick sound of your mixed saliva, right as the bell to the gas station doors rang again, signaling dean’s return.
Pairing: Soldier Boy (Ben) x Female Reader x Mr. Marathon
Summary: Soldier Boy interrupts you and Mr. Marathon, along with Homelander, who are searching for something called V1. But instead of putting him to work, he decides to interrogate you. Or at least that's what he tells his son.
Word Count: 1,055
Tags/Warnings: +18, smut, anal, p in v (unprotected), creampie, threesome, dacryphilia
Mr. Marathon’s super speed made your insides vibrate as he thrust his hips hard upward against you. You moaned and laughed on top of him, those vibrations even tickling you.
“Who’s my good girl, huh?” He murmured.
His hands held your breasts so they wouldn’t bounce so much and hurt.
“Me! I am, Mr. Marathon.”
And of course, he loved it when you called him by his superhero name.
Your ass slammed against his pelvis again and again at an incredible speed, and every second that passed was one second closer to orgasm.
“Well, this is definitely a good fucking view.”
You looked over your shoulder as soon as you heard that voice and screamed instinctively, sliding off Mr. Marathon and lying down next to him, covering yourself with the sheet.
“Whoa, whoa.” Your partner put a hand out in front of him, covering his crotch. “Wait… Homelander? Soldier Boy?”
Your breath was rapid, and you pressed yourself as close to him as possible. You stared in astonishment at the two men standing in the room in their suits. Homelander wore a look of disgust on his face, unlike Soldier Boy, who smirked and looked at you intently and with a perverse intensity.
“God, you guys are the ones from TV.” You said, your eyes wide.
“Ugh, this is disgusting.” Homelander said, rolling his eyes. “We’re looking for the V1, and we were told you had it.” He stood at the foot of the bed, and you turned to look at Mr. Marathon.
“Um, well, I’m kind of busy right now.”
“I need it now.”
You swallowed at his threatening tone.
“Relax, son.” Soldier Boy said, patting his shoulder. “Why don’t you leave us alone and wait outside for a few moments, huh?” He led him to the door, a hand on his shoulder.
“What? Why?”
“I’m going to interrogate them about the V1. Now go.” He closed the door in his face and looked at them, walking slowly to your side of the bed.
“Uh, I don’t know anything about something called a V1, sir.”
He smirked and stroked your chin.
“Well, aren’t you a total sweetheart?” He glanced at Mr. Marathon. “Would you lend her to me?”
“W-What?” You stammered.
“Sure, Soldier Boy. It would be an honor.” You looked at your boyfriend in surprise, and he just smiled gently and stroked your shoulder. “Relax, sweetheart. It’s Soldier Boy!”
You turned your gaze back to the man standing beside you. He started unzipping his suit.
“Have you been with two supes at the same time, doll?” You shook your head. “Awww, look, we’ve got a virgin in our hands. What about your ass? Have you taken a supe there yet?” Your eyes widened, and you shook your head again.
“No, I haven’t deflowered her down there yet.” Mr. Marathon added, pressing a kiss to your hair.
“Uh, so we not only have a virgin of supes, but also a virgin of ass.” He unzipped his pants. “Well, what the hell are we waiting for?”
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You felt your insides stretching deliciously as both supes pounded inside you. You were on top of Mr. Marathon, your hands on his chest as he thrust into your pussy again and again, while Soldier Boy was behind you, attacking your ass and making you feel things you never thought possible.
“Oh, this little fucking girl can really take it.” He said before grabbing your neck and pulling you back, pressing your back against his chest.
His balls slapped against you as Mr. Marathon’s cock pounded deep into your cervix, his hands holding your hips as he watched intently, licking his lips.
“Yeah, she takes it like a good girl.” He used his super speed to flick your clit with two fingers, making you tremble.
You were so close, and the pleasure was so intense, that you started to sob. It was simply too much, but you wanted more.
“Awww, look at her. She’s crying like a little girl.” Soldier Boy grunted. He licked a tear that rolled down your cheek and groaned. “Christ on a cross, even her tears are delicious.” He thrust his cock hard into you and you whimpered. “Yeah, that’s it. Keep crying. Quench my thirst, baby.” He licked two more tears from your face, moving your face to his liking with one hand.
“She’s close, I can feel her squeezing me.” The man beneath you groaned.
He began using his super speed again, thrusting in and out of you rapidly, making you bounce on his lap and causing Soldier Boy’s cock to move pleasurably inside you as well. You reached the peak of pleasure. Your body shook as if possessed, and your holes squeezed tightly around both cocks.
“God-Fuck, yeah, like that.” Mr. Marathon growled. “Y-yes, fuck!” He ejaculated his warm semen inside you, painting your pussy white as if his life depended on it.
“Shit, y-you’re squeezing me so good.” Soldier Boy closed his eyes tightly and tightened his grip on your neck, even making you gasp for air in those few seconds before he reached orgasm. “Yes! Yes, fuck!” He groaned deeply and he too released his semen, filling you.
You had never felt so full and tired in your life, and you were loving every second. Your body went limp, but Soldier Boy held you firmly from behind, so you stayed against him until he gently lowered you onto the other man’s chest. He slowly withdrew from you, feeling your walls wet with his semen, until he pulled his cock out. Immediately, his white fluid began to flow from you, and he laughed.
“Yeah, that’s it.” He slapped your ass, and more of his semen flowed out of you. “Look at that. Fucking perfect.”
He got off the bed and began to dress. Mr. Marathon stroked your back while his cock was inside your pussy, his semen oozing out all around under the watchful eye of Soldier Boy, who smirked.
“I’ll probably be back.” He winked at you. “Now, Marathon, get dressed and tell us what you know about V1.”
“Of course, Soldier Boy.” He nodded.
He gave you one last arrogant look before opening the bedroom door.
Homelander was on the other side, furious, his hands behind his back. He also looked horrified.
You call it quits with your boyfriend after 5 years and try to re-enter the dating pool. It sucks. And you’re nervous about sex with new people.
So what do you do when your best friend, Sam, generously offers himself so that you can experiment with a safe and familiar face? Accept his offer, of course.
PAIRING
Sam Winchester x female reader
CONTENT WARNINGS
18+, smut, angst, fluff, bestfriends to friends with benefits to lovers, AU!Sam Winchester, idiots in love, canon divergence, feelings, experimenting with positions and kinks, traffic lights system.
Specific warnings will be labelled for each chapter.
CHAPTERS
ᯤ Ground zero
ᯤ The first Friday
ᯤ The second Friday
ᯤ The third Friday
ᯤ The fourth Friday
ᯤ The fifth Friday
ᯤ The sixth Friday
ᯤ The seventh Friday
ᯤ The eighth Friday
ᯤ The ninth Friday
ᯤ The tenth Friday
ᯤ The eleventh Friday
ᯤ The twelfth Friday
CANON DIVERGENCE
This series takes place in an AU where there’s no ‘family business’ and you meet Sam in your first year of university/college.
sam winchester x fem!reader ; the aftermath of orange juice on your fingers, can be read separately.
cw: no plot just smut, light sub/dom undertones, hand and finger kink, dryhumping, cuming in pants, praise kink, hair pulling, fingering, finger riding, pet names (sweetheart, baby). also on ao3.
the door's last clicking sound it is not even allowed to be heard as a starved sam tugs on the fabric of your pants when you twist the handle to close it. you meet his lips in a harsh, hungry kiss, and a soft moan travels from his lips to yours.
your hands unconsciously roam up his body before settling around his neck, while his hold your face, tilting it just right to deepen the kiss. you let out a chocked off moan as he pulls you impossibly closer, his body towering over yours.
sam nips at your bottom lip, asking for permission, which you immediately grant. he takes advantage of your parted lips to swipe his tongue against your mouth. the singular lick is almost animalistic, heavy with something dangerous.
you both exhale loudly, overwhelmed by the entire situation. your mouths hover over each other's without touching, as if a single touch could burn you to ashes.
sam's left hand tangles in your hair, tugging it slightly harder than you expected, and you offer him with a moan. a smirk pulls at his lips, and he brings his free hands to your face, cupping your cheek.
"do you want it?" he asks, his voice low.
the deepness of it makes you clench around nothing, already feeling a certain wetness pool between your thighs. you nod at the question, dying to have him in your mouth again. you feel a another, lighter tug at your scalp. "say it."
the dominating tone he uses tears a small gasp from you. "yes sam, i want it." sam smiles in satisfaction before slowly bringing his thumb to your mouth, placing it on you bottom lip. he presses against the soft skin, gesturing you to open up for him. he hums softly as you obey, and pushes his thumb into you mouth before resting it against your tongue with a light force.
you whimper at the gesture and the sour taste of his skin. you suck onto the digit, swirling your tongue around it, and sam lowers his face to meet the skin of your neck, sucking on it hard in an attempt to leave marks. the tingling sensation makes you tilt your head back, fully resting against sam's grip.
sam flattens flattens his hair filled fist to support you before slowly withdrawing his fingers from your mouth. he pulls back from your neck to glance up at you; cheeks red, bottom lip glistening with spit threatening to drip down your face, fucking hot. "such a good girl."
he growls as your bodies crash together, aiming for another kiss, your needy licks working him up in the best ways possible. the hand that was previously tangled in your hair is now carefully lying on your neck, its thumb pressing eagerly on your throat without making it painful. the shared kiss turns you both into a sloppy, moaning mess, constantly pushing against each other for dominance and approval.
sam prudently guides you to the bed on the other side of the room, before sitting on its edge and bringing you down with him. you collapse onto his lap, and your clothed pussy rubs against his strained jeans as you position yourself to sit comfortably on his thighs. sam groans, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips to keep you still.
he's rock hard underneath you, and you can't help but rub your clit against his pained cock, chasing the delightful feeling caused by friction. sam wants to be in control, to make you feel good, but the constant rubbing of your pussy against him is nearly enough to make him let go of the authority has on your body.
sam groans your name repeatedly, his fingers leaving marks on your skin as he tries to find an anchor. when you dive into his neck to suck on the sensitive skin, something snaps inside of him. he knows damn well that the next bite at his skin, or rub against his cock will make him cum in his pants.
but sam wants to play with your for a little longer, he wants to eat you out and make you cum on his fingers before sucking them clean, feel you clench around him as you cry out his name. so, he grabs a fistful of your hair, pushing you away from your spot against his neck, before slipping his tongue inside your mouth.
his free hand works down you pants for you, sloppily unbuttoning them before letting them slide off with your underwear. he feels a damp spot on the cotton, smiling to himself before cupping you pussy with his large palm.
your wetness drips on his skin, and he trails open mouthed kissed down your neck before whispering, "you're so fucking wet f'me."
you can only moan in response, and he slowly traces circles on your clit with his thumb, his middle and ring fingers gathering the wetness between your fold to spread it out even more. "fuck, sam."
sam doesn't waste a second before sliding a finger inside you, stretching you out perfectly, allowing him to slide inside you until the last knuckles, gliding and out of your pussy fast enough to get you to moan his name. "sam— more, please."
sam obliges and he adds a second finger, curling them as they hit your sensitive spot, just to pump nice and slow before stopping completely. you whimper at the sudden change of pace, then frown at the lack of movement. sam looks at you with darkened eyes, filled with desire, and his hands find the hem of your shirt, taking it off to send it on the ground. he unhooks your bra in a similar motion, then lightly backs away to take a look at you.
"fuck, you're beautiful." you fail to to cover your face as sam moves your hands out of the way, smiling at the red, embarrassed frown on your features. the thought of being fully naked and wet, while sitting on a fully clothed sam makes your pussy throb in shame, and he turns him on even more.
you quickly snap out of it when your pussy presses against his clothed cock again, you can feel how big and aching he is under the fabric. bringing a hand to his belt, you try to undo it, before sam catches your wrist.
"ride my fingers." his voice comes out in an order, which makes your eyes widen for a second, recalling the countless times you've touched yourself at the thought.
sam places the tip of his fingers against your slit, and his gaze meets yours while pushing two digits inside you without much effort. you press a palm on his cock in return, which draws a deep groan from his mouth. his fingers slip in and out of you so easily with how wet you are, curling inside you as you stretch yourself around them. "do you hear that, baby? you're so fucking wet."
your wetness squelches loudly with each movement as you lower your hips back on his fingers. you let go of his bulge to rest your palms on his shoulders, and sam watches your tits bounce as you take his fingers, getting yourself off on them.
"y'so hot, riding my fingers like a good girl," you feel yourself clench at his words, and your breath picks up as your nails dig through his shirt and into his shoulders.
"oh fu-fuck, sam," you can't stop moaning and whimpering at the feeling of sam's long fingers inside of you. the only sounds in the room being your constant moaning, cried out in the shape of sam's name, followed by the wet squelches of your tight pussy, is going to be the death of him. sam finds himself wanting you like this all the time, all broken and needy against his demanding touch.
"feels good, huh?" he asks, and you can hear the smirk on his lips. "cum for me, baby. i know you're going to," you back arches as he brings his lips to you nipple, sucking on it hard while pressing his large thumb on your swollen clit.
"god, sam!" you cry out in pleasure as your body starts to shake. you move faster on his fingers, each of your movements becoming more chaotic and broken.
his thumb continues to rub against your clit, and he makes sure to follow the pace of your hips, pressing harder when you bear down. you whimper his name loudly, urgently pulling at his hair.
your vision blurs when you sink down on him one last time, hips stuttering as you cum around his fingers, and sam slowly pumps them in and out of your folds to ease you through it. "you made such a mess on my fingers, baby." you settle back to catch your breath, looking up at him half-lidded. "open your mouth for me."
his fingers slip out of your cunt to brings them to your bottom lip, waiting for you to make room for him. you feel so empty without him inside of you, so you immediately take him in, lips sealing around his fingers to suck diligently while you meet his lust-filled eyes.
sam stares at you intently while you taste yourself on him, he can feel your tongue running along the pads of his fingers as you suck them clean. the way your mouth looks so stuffed makes his breath itch as he pictures his cock instead. you hum, and he presses down even more, making saliva pool in your mouth before spilling at its corners, before landing all the way down to your chest.
"how do you taste?" he asks, and you grab the back of his neck to crash your lips against his, licking at his mouth to enter it, letting your juice covered tongue meet his.
sam moans loudly, and you can tell he'll cum quite fast if you allow him. your swollen clit meets the rough fabric of his jeans once again, and you rock your hips slowly, adjusting to the harsh feeling.
his hands fly back to your thighs, shaking with want as he gropes your flesh. he pushes your thighs together, urging you to squeeze him tighter while his hardness presses against your dripping wet core, leaving a stain on his pants.
sam's hips rock under you, and your pace fastens, the both of you chasing a release. "keep going, 'm so close" sam babbles your names in a whine, and you bend forward to capture his lips. the new angle adds a pressure so pleasing it makes sam grunt.
uncontrolled gasps leave you at the sight of him; hair sticking to his forehead, skin glistening with sweat, knotted eyebrows. all of it paints an obscenely beautiful picture you'll make sure to never forget.
you slur, tipping your head to rest against sam's shoulder. his hands find your hips, guiding you as he gets closer to his high. you buck against him, feeling your second orgasm explode through your body, and sam follows right after, groaning your name loudly despite himself.
sam pants, struggling to kiss back, and you slowly open your eyes to find him looking at you with the sweetest smile you've ever seen, his hands tracing reassuring circles on your skin. "you did so good."
CW: drinking and people getting drunk Fem!reader, Dean refers to reader as his girlfriend, pet names like babe, sweetheart, angel and baby.
INFO: The hunting trio takes a trip to the bar and all it proves is that Dean is a really clingy drunk
A/N: Don’t know how i feel about this.. :] Also not really accurate to Deans character but whatever!
There was no hunt in store for tonight, which rarely happens. So, you suggested going to a local bar for the night. Dean, obviously agreed. Then again, he’d probably go even if you didn’t ask. Sam on the other hand needed a little more convincing, he insisted that he should stay back and study lore. You argued that he needed to have some more fun.
So, that's how Dean ended up hauling his girlfriend and brother to the bar.
It was packed inside. The music was so loud you had to yell over it just for them to hear you. Dean keeps his hand on your lower back, guiding you towards the bar. Some random guy bumps right into you, a scowl on his face. Dean’s eyebrows furrow, “Watch it.” He scolds the guy over the loud music. Dean rolls his eyes, “Some people man.” He comments, pulling out a barstool for you to sit on.
Dean uses his fingers to signal the bartender over. He turns to you, a smug grin plastered on his face. “Get what you want, it’s on me.” He tells you, reaching over to tuck an astray piece of hair behind your ear. You roll your eyes in response, “Thanks prince charming.”
Dean chuckles, “Charming is my middle name sweetheart.” He responds, turning to tell the bartender his order. You bite back a smile, not wanting to feed into his already huge ego.
You ask for a margarita then turn back to Dean. “You’re so cheesy.”
He leans his arms on the table, looking back towards you. “That’s how I got you, so it seems to work.” He recalls.
“Yes, I’m sure it was your stupid pick-up lines that won me over.” You tease sarcastically. He gasps in mock-offense. “Then what was it?” He asks you, leaning closer to your face. “Your–” you pause, doing an ‘all this’ motion with your hand before continuing. “Rebelliousness.”
He smirks, "I'm flattered.”
You nod, “You should be.”
The bartender comes over with your drinks, Dean receives a rather extravagant looking one. While you get your margarita. You glance over at his drink and roll your eyes. “Always subtle Dean.”
He puts his hands up in playful surrender. “I like what I like, sweetheart.”
You giggle and take a sip of your drink. “Do you like me?” You joke.
“Very much.” He responds, chugging down the last of his drink. He orders some shots, It’s clear he’s not holding back tonight.
You glance around the bar, trying to catch a sight of Sam. “Where’s your brother?” You ask him. He blows a raspberry and scoffs, “Probably being a nerd somewhere.” You huff, “I’m gonna’ make sure he’s okay.” You tell him, standing up from the stool.
You weave your way through the crowds trying to spot the six foot four man. Who shouldn’t be that hard to find considering he's that tall.
You find Sam in one of the corner tables, unsurprisingly, on his laptop. He sees you coming over and perks his head up, giving you a small wave. “Hi Sammy.” You pipe up. He closes his laptop halfway and smiles, “Hey.” He greets back.
“Why aren’t you with Dean?” He asks you, his brows furrowed in confusion.
“I was checking to make sure you were okay.” You respond, sitting in the chair next to him. He motions to himself “I am, a-okay.”
You laugh, “I’m glad.”
He smiles bashfully, looking back up and his face drops. “Oh, Jesus.” He groans. You follow his line of sight and are met with the view of Dean dancing drunkenly to the music.
You huff, “Oh come on! I left him alone for five minutes!” You complain, already marching towards Dean.
“Have fun!” Sam calls out, You just flip him off behind your back and hear the sound of his distant laugh.
You reach where Dean is dancing and you place your hands on his shoulders, trying to steady him. “Woah hey, calm down babe.” You exclaim, noting how much he reeks of vodka.
Dean narrows his eyes at you, “Don’t touch me.” He grumbles. Your heart drops. “What..?” You ask, frowning. “Only my,” He hiccups, “Girlfriend can.” He finishes.
You burst out laughing, “Dean, baby.” You cup his face, trying to make him understand that you are his girlfriend. “It’s me.”
He shakes your hands off his face. “No… Only my giirllfriendd…” He slurs, looking around the room in a panic trying to find you.
“De.” You call over the music, trying to break through his drunken haze. He’s still looking around, a pout nearly forming on his lips.
You roll your eyes and resort to the last option. You dip your fingers into some random person's drink and splash it on his face.
The shock of the cold water must’ve helped him regain some consciousness because he immediately locks eyes on you and his face morphs into a lopesided grin.
“Sweeheart!” He babbles, “I missed you sooo much.” He adds, cupping your face in his calloused hands. You chuckle, The smell of alcohol getting stronger whenever he opens his mouth.
You grab his hand from your face and drag him to where Sam’s sitting.
“Don’t leave me with Sam.” Dean pouts, “I want to be with you.” You reach up and pat his head, “I would never.” You say with fake seriousness. He relaxes at your words and stands leans against your side.
“Sam, we should go.” You tell him. Sam looks up and laughs, already packing his things.
“Sure, but we’re getting separate rooms.” He demands, knowing Dean gets loud when he drinks.
You roll your eyes, “Sure, whatever.”
You walk out of the bar with half of Dean’s weight leaning against you. The cold breeze hits his face and it seems to sober him up a bit more. You get to the Impala and reach into Dean's leather jacket pocket, pulling out the keys.
“Heyy.. I drive.” He mumbles, trying to get the keys out of your hand.
“No way in hell De.” You respond, kissing his cheek. His eyes flutter shut and he lets out a deep breath, “Okay..”
You help him get into the backseat, crawling in after him. He immediately wraps his arms around you, pulling you uncomfortably against him in the cramped backseat.
Sam looks at you both in the rearview mirror and chuckles. Starting the car and backing out of the parking lot.
“I’m glad you find this amusing.” You say to Sam, while Dean nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck.
“Drunk Dean is always amusing.” He responds, with a little shrug of his shoulders.
You reach the motel feeling Dean’s rather loud snores vibrate against your neck. You yawn, “Sam, can you wake him up for me?”
Sam turns in his seat, and gives you a pitying look. He nods, “The least I can do considering you have to spend the night with him.”
Sam steps out of the car and opens the door that Dean’s resting against. “C’mon, get up.” He shakes him awake. Dean awakens with a groan, swatting Sam’s hand away. “Get off f’me..”
Dean sluggishly sits up, his forehead leaning against your shoulder. “M’tired..” He sighs, rubbing his eyes. “Let’s get to bed then.” You suggest getting out of the car.
You walk around to his car door, and hold his hand to help him out. “Love you.. Angel..” He slurs, walking with you to the motel room.
“Love you too De.” You reply, opening the door into the room.
The motel room smells like they always do, stale. You kick your boots off and sit Dean on the nearest bed. You help him take off his shoes, and his jacket so he’s at least a bit comfortable.
He flops back onto the mattress, with a groan. You switch off the lights and go to lay next to him. The mattress dips under your weight, the bed frame creaking. Dean’s arms wrap around your waist pulling you against his chest.
“I’m going to have the worst hangover.” He grumbles, pressing sleepy kisses to your neck. “Goodnight sweetheart.” He whispers.
