Bucky: What are you frowning at?
Sam: That guy checking you out.
Bucky: He’s not even looking at me.
Sam: He looked.
Bucky: For half a second.
Sam: That’s half a second too long.
Bucky: You’re being dramatic.
Sam: I’m being CORRECT.
Bucky: I swear you get jealous over air molecules.
Sam: If an oxygen atom flirts with you, I WILL throw hands.
Warning: fluff, jealous Sam, dancing skills, drinking, bar dance floor.
Summary: Y/n forces Sam to the dance floor with her, after a good hunt in done. Sam gets jealous after seeing Y/n dance with a random guy who gets to handies with her. “Will you be my 143?”
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This particular hunt had gone so well, that Y/n had offered to pay for drinks. Which Dean was more than happy about, but we did end up having to go back to the motel for a change of wardrobe.
“Dean, I’ll pay for drinks. But um, can we stop by the motel?” Y/n said. I watched as Dean looked over his shoulder with a questionable look upon his face. “And why is that darlin’?” Dean asked. I jabbed him in his stomach.
He knew about my crush on Y/n, so of course he did everything he possibly could to upset me. He gave me a look after I punched him in the stomach. “Well I don’t know if you’ve noticed but we are pretty nasty?” She said giving Dean a confused look.
“Yeah I guess we could stop by the motel.” Dean said stepping on the pedal a little bit more. The engine revving in-response. The drive to the motel was quick and quiet. I had a feeling that Y/n would end showering, and I’d have to hide the fact that I was staring at her.
When we finally made it to the motel Y/n asked Dean for the key, rushing in and grabbing the shower first. I sat still for a minute, thinking through how’d the rest of this night would go.
Y/n would walk out in some tight clothing, light makeup, and her hips swinging. She’d come out and run a hand through her hair and smile. “Lover boy are you gonna get out?” Dean asked, bringing me out of my thoughts. “Um... Yeah just give me a sec.” I said.
I walked into the motel, the air filled with Y/n body wash. Her bag's contents spilled all over the bed. I could hear her voice slightly coming from the bathroom, she was just singing some random song. “Sam?” I heard it coming from the small kitchen area.
“Yo? Are you gonna change? You’ve got blood covering that flannel.” Dean said pointing that it would probably be creepy if I were to walk into a bar with bloodstains on my shirt. Quickly I changed my flannel, going from my green flannel to a dark blue one.
Just like I guessed Y/n walked out wearing some tight jeans, and light makeup. “Are you per-gaming this?” She said walking over to the small tale and grabbing a beer. “I don’t see why?” Dean responded while he fidgeted with the zipper on his jacket. She took a pretty huge swig and the top of the bottle left her lips.
Once again we clambered into the Impala. It was still an odd thought, so many years of getting in and out of this vehicle. Now thought we weren’t kids, we were adults hunting, protecting people who didn’t realize that those monsters under your bed were real. Dean bounced into the driver seats immediately turning the radio on. Some stupid rock ended up playing throughout the car.
Y/n in a way was a little like my big brother. She loved loud rock music, she was a heart-breaker like Dean, but she’d do anything for family. She’d put herself first to make sure you were safe, she’d make a deal with the devil to know that you weren’t hurt.
But then again she was a lot like me. Y/n would read and read until Y/n would fall asleep face in a book, with books surrounding her. Y/n would wake up and go running with me, she’d rather want a salad then a burger.
Y/n was that type of girl that was well averaged in everything, that was until you started about hunting that, she thrived in that. Y/n would have us beat when it came to the vamps nest, and she’d have a salt&burn done before Dean and I could even figure out the victim.
I think that's why I fell for her, because she was the best, Y/n was the best emotional support I had in awhile. Not to mention she was a pretty bad ass fighting partner. The roads passed by my window, and finally I saw the neon lights that reflect off the bar building.
I could feel Y/n getting more and more excited at the thought of dancing and drinking. Which I didn’t mind. “Yo home girl calm the fuck down!” Dean said as he started to feel Y/n dance around the back seat. In moments like this I felt like we were 3 best friends going out for the night. “Well maybe you can drive faster grandpa!” Y/n shot back.
Dean's face contorted into a hurt expression, mouth agape, his hand over his chest. “Grandpa!?” He said. “It’s okay boomer. Just park and we go inside.” Y/n said. “I’m not a boomer!”Dean said, offended. “Whatever you say Dean…” Y/n said
I again just sat there quietly looking over at the both of them and then finally got out. “Are two coming, or are you going to have a staring contest?” I said walking towards the entrance of the bar. “Hey why can you do it, but I can’t?” Dean asked. I threw him a glare and then walked in the bar.
Quickly I grabbed a booth in the back of the bar, but in view of the exit. Something that our father had instilled into us when we were little. Soon a young lady walked over to the booth asking me what I wanted. “Yeah, can you grab me 3 beers?” I asked and she walked away. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Y/n, and Dean walk in waving them over to sit.
Once they sat the lady came back with our drinks. “I’d say that the hunt went pretty well wouldn’t you say?” Dean asked in my direction, but I wasn’t paying attention. I was too focused on Y/n face. He quickly nudged me “Huh?” I said. “I said that the hunt went pretty well. I was wondering if you would agree with that statement?” Dean said with an annoyed tone in his voice.
“Oh yeah, It was a fine hunt.” I said quickly before grabbing my bottle of beer and chugging what seemed like half the bottle. “Y/n what did you think?” Dean asked. She placed her beer onto the already very sticky counter top and said “I definitely say that you two are some slow pokes, but yeah it was an awesome hunt.”
“Where’d all this name calling come from Y/n?” I asked her, curious to what she’d say. “You should know that answer.” She said looking over at my older brother. “What… Don’t look at me!?” Dean said as I brought my attention over to him. “I was just teaching her a few things.” “What type of things?” I said questioning Dean harshly.
A small giggled erupted from Y/n chest. Her smile coming into view. “Oh leave him alone, green bean!” My expression changed quickly due to the serious blow Y/n had just caused my ego. “Don’t hurt my ego now, Y/n” I said with a smile on my face,and again I was met with a giggle that could be heard from across the table.
After a few minutes of silence between the three of us. Y/n asked Dean if he wanted to come onto the dance floor with her. He declined which was odd, and then I followed his line of sight. Dean was looking at a short, dark hair girl. She had on a short red dress, and black heels. “Bro clean up your drool before she says no to you.” I said before taking a swig of my beer.
Y/n’s ears perked up and she also followed Dean’s line of sight. “Go get her, Tiger.” She said before looking over at me and poking my hand “Sammy, do you wanna come dance with me?” She asked.
“Maybe not tonight.” I said. It was a total lie, and Dean could see right through it. “Hey, why don’t you go dance without us for a few. I'm sure Sam will make his way out there. You know he’s shy at first.” He said.
Y/n got up taking the last swig of her beer and walked towards the dance floor. “Sam. Stop fooling yourself. I know this probably has something to do with Jessica and hunting, but just go for it.” Dean said
“It actually has nothing to do with Jessica, I just… I don’t know what if she rejects me?” I said my face falling into a sadden expression. “I have known you all my life, Sam. She’s isn't going to drop you, or reject you. Sam you two are hunters, you wouldn’t have to lie to her about your life. She lives with us.” Dean said, taking a swig of his beer.
“What’s your point Dean?” I asked starting to get annoyed with him. “My point Samuel is that when she asked me if I wanted to dance she wasn’t touchy with me. She gets that way with you, I’m her friend, but she sees you as more than just a friend Sam. Don’t fuck it up by getting things confused in your head.” Dean said.
“Fine, I’ll go dance with her, Go find the girl you were drooling over. Also don’t bring her back to our motel room!” I said as I got out of the booth. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Dean leave a twenty on the counter top and walk towards the random girl.
I walked towards the dance floor and instead of seeing Y/n dancing by herself. I saw a random guy pushing his body against Y/n’s. She was desperately trying to get away, but his hands were touching her hips and kept pulling her back into his body.
He must have been drunk, because I could hear Y/n ask him to stop several times. His hands then went from her hips to her wrist pulling her close to his chest and getting close to her face. I could see her shoulders scrunch up in discomfort, I was trying to get through the crowd of people but couldn’t get there.
“Y/N!” I screamed through the crowd of people and they seemed to move. I had caught her attention which was good. I was hoping that she’d be able to get out and I could grab her and pull her all the way back to the booth, away from the creep. But unfortunately I still wasn’t close enough.
That was until the song ended and some people dispersed from the dance floor. I made my way through the lessening crowd and to Y/n and the creepy guy. I grabbed her waist pulling her smaller frame into my board chest.
“Who do you think you are?” I asked as my voice deepened. “I should be asking the same thing?” The random guy said, and out of instinct I said “I’m her boyfriend that who!” I said. Y/n shields her face from his guy face into my chest. “ Well she wanted it!” The guy said getting close to me. “I doubt that, but how about this. You walk away and I won’t beat you to a pulp?” I said. My face showed how serious I was. The guy stared at us for a minute and then walked off the floor. “Thank you, Sam” I heard Y/n.
I pushed my way through the crowd and made it back to the booth, having Y/n sit first so I was on the outside of the booth. “Of course Y/n” I said, grabbing a beer that still felt full on the table. “Sam? Can I ask why you said you were my boyfriend?” Y/n asked “I figured he wouldn’t leave if I didn’t say that.” I said, I didn’t want to have this conversation in a bar, I wanted to have this conversation while I was sober.
“Can I say something?” Y/n asked, grabbing my empty hand. “Sure.” “I think you said it because you were jealous. Not saying that I wanted to dance with him, but I think you’re jealous of anyone else being with me.” She said
“Did Dean tell you?” I asked with my eyes finally meeting hers. “No, but that answer just did.” She said smiling. “Listen Y/n I get jealous because I’m afraid….that someone else will make you happier than I will ever be able to.” I said keeping eye contact with her. I figured now if we were going to have this conversation now I was going all out.
“Aw. Sammy!” She said giggle and bring my hand up to her lips. Kissing it little. “I know this is weird, but be my 143?” I asked half smiling. “What’s a 143?” Y/n asked tilting her head a little, but kept kissing my hand. “My I love you?”
She smiled and put my hand down and instead kissed my lips. A slow, meaningful, and innocent kiss. When she pulled back she looked at me for a minute and said “Duh! Sammy”
Bucky: That waitress was just being polite.
Sam: She touched your arm.
Bucky: She was handing me change.
Sam: She touched your arm, Barnes. I saw it.
Bucky: …You’re ridiculous.
Sam: And you’re MINE.
Bucky: …say it again.
it’s not that i don’t like bobby singer per se, but i just think that he treats sam the way that john winchester treated dean but in a much more passive aggressive way. john always told dean to protect sam, look after sam, sam is the priority, nothing else matters. bobby sort of does the same thing to sam about dean.
like, in 10x17, he writes this long letter to sam saying he hopes he makes the right decision about dean, basically criticizing sam for how he’s handled the mark of cain situation, but he cushions it with “you’re a good man,” “i know you’ll make the right decision,” which is just sort of...manipulative. underhanded.
more obviously, when sam was risking his life to rescue bobby from hell, bobby decided to yell and fuss at sam about the fact that he didn’t look for dean when he was in purgatory. like, ok, bobby, you didn’t even try to figure out what was wrong with sam for the YEAR that he didn’t have his soul, but sure, yell at sam about dean while he’s trying to get your ass to heaven.
speaking of sam not having his soul, do not even get me STARTED on how bobby treated him when they DID get his soul back (“i’m havin a hard time forgiving and forgetting”) and how dean later uses that against sam (season 8 finale, when he’s listing what sam should confess) even though at the time dean wasn’t really pissed at sam at all. which, ok, fuck anybody who thinks sam is in the wrong for not telling anyone that he didn’t have his soul. HE DIDN’T HAVE A SOUL. he literally cannot be held responsible for anything he did while soulless. fuck bobby for that honestly.
and then in season 5 bobby acts all ~surprised~ when sam is rushing in out of a warehouse saving people, and he even says to dean that while they’re worrying about him going dark side, he’s running into burning buildings saving lives. like wow bobby, way to FINALLY notice that sam’s a good person after his entire lifetime of being a good person.
those are just the examples that come to mind. basically my issue with bobby is that i just do not like how he treats sam. i mean, for goodness sake, he even says dean is is his favorite while under a truth spell. I MEAN?/?/??
