This is for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing SPN Hiatus Challenge, Week 3. The prompt is, “Could you be any louder?”
Sam was up to his eyeballs in ancient texts about sirens when he finally realized you were calling his name.
“Sam! Sammy! Earth to Sam Winchester! Look, a clown!” Giggling at the panicked look on Sam’s face, you winked at him. “Made you look!” you teased.
“What?” Sam snapped irritably.
“Are you DEAF, Dude?” Dean demanded. “Come, ON. You comin’ or not?”
It was then that Sam noticed you and Dean both had your coats on. “Coming where?”
“To the bar, Genius! If I do another second of research, my eyeballs will fall out!” You sighed dramatically.
“I have a lot of research I want to do tonight,” Sam said stubbornly.
“Come ON, Sam! Who’s gonna be my wingman when Dean inevitably ditches me for some bar skank?” You whined.
“Hey!” Dean said indignantly.
“I’m not in the mood,” Sam repeated.
“Nevermind, then. Forget we asked. Come on Dean.” You said quietly, walking towards the door, shoulders slumped.
Dean looked at his brother critically. “One of these days when you hit puberty your gonna realize there’s more to life than research and studying the lore, Sammy.” Leaving Sam to ponder this he walked out to join you in the garage.
“My brother is an idiot,” Dean told you as you drove to the bar.
“No, he’s not, Dean. He just doesn’t see me that way. I have to accept it and move on. It’s pointless to chase after a guy who’s clearly not interested.” You said, trying not to cry.
Dean rolled his eyes. “Oh, he’s interested. I’ve seen him checking out your ass more than once. I know my brother. He’s interested. He watches you when he knows your not looking.”
You snorted with laughter. “Whatever. I just want to get drunk and not think about Sam. Can we do that?”
Once you were at the bar, you knocked shots back like they were water as you rebuffed the advances of one guy after another. None of them were enormous Moose with huge brains, even bigger hearts, and smiles that made you melt.
Dean had been exchanging come-hither looks with a hot blonde that had eventually led to conversation. He was on the verge of sealing the deal when he noticed how drunk you really were. He couldn’t in good conscience leave you here.
Alcohol tended to act like truth serum for you. An idea began to form in his mind. Telling his conquest he just needed to run you home, he promised he’d be right back.
“Where’s the fire?” You demanded as Dean hustled you into the Impala.
“I’m taking you home. You know, Y/N, you should tell Sam what a moron he is. He needs to know what a dumbass he’s being.” Dean suggested.
“He sure does!” You agreed. “He would be lucky to have me!”
Dean pulled up to the bunker, and once you were in safely, he went back to town and his company for the night.
You tripped over the door jam and stumbled over a discarded pair of Dean’s boots. Your purse flew out of your hand and fell down the stairs, spewing its contents everywhere.
“Dammit!” you yelled in frustration.
Sam came running up the steps, gun raised. You shrieked in alarm, knocked into Sam, and almost succeeded in pushing you both down the stairs. Luckily one of you was sober, so you managed to stay upright.
“Could you be any louder?” He asked you. “For a hunter your certainly clumsy.”
“Fuck off, Winchester, for someone so smart, your pretty dumb AND blind,” you told him, pushing off him and wobbling down the stairs, your purse forgotten. Sam came after looking confused.
“What’s that supposed to mean? Where’s Dean?”
You sighed dramatically. “Dean’s with his flavor of the minute. He made me come home because he said I was too drunk. Is it hot in here? I think it’s hot. I need a beer.”
You suddenly slipped your arms inside your shirt and wiggled around. The next minute you produced a black lacy bra which you threw on the floor with a flourish. “Whew, much better! That thing was pinching me!”
You tottered off to the kitchen to get a beer. “I TOLD you Dean would ditch me! I wish HE was the one I liked because I would have gotten laid by now. Shoulda chose him instead of…..oh never mind.”
You fished around in the fridge for a beer, and finding one, uncapped it and took a long swallow. When you turned around, Sam was standing in front of you, your bra dangling from his finger.
“Who did you choose, Y/N? Who do you like?” Sam asked you in a quiet voice.
“Poor, dumb, oblivious Moose. You really have no idea, do you?” You reached up and gently caressed his cheek. “Maybe you should check the lore, that’s what you’re good at.” You made a move to walk around him, but his huge hand closed around your wrist and held you steady.
“I’m not nearly as oblivious as you think I am,” Sam growled, slamming his lips to yours and swallowing your yelp of surprise. You melted against him, and he deepened the kiss, cupping your face as his tongue ravaged your mouth.
“It’s a shame your not into me, because you would get so lucky right now.” You murmured, leaning against Sam for support. He picked you up in his arms and carried you out of the kitchen towards his room.
Hey Maisie :) I've been a huge fan of your work for a while now, but only recently joined the Tumblr bandwagon. Your Bucky x Reader fics are some of my favorites to read, and I've read them repeatedly whenever I feel upset or unloved. Your works always make me feel better, no matter what. You really have a talent for writing and for that, you should be very, very proud of yourself. Would you mind adding me to your forever taglist, please? I hope you are having an awesome day! Much love ~ Minora
Oh my, you are lovely 😊 Welcome to this hell of a website.
It makes me really happy that you enjoy these stories, but I’m sorry you’ve experience such negative feelings. I hope you’re having a great day, I love you very much 😘
Hey, Tiff! Can I call you Tiff? Is it weird for me to use your name in the first message I send? Sorry if it is - I'm a little new to the whole "tumblr" thing... I really like your writing, though, and I was wondering if I could be added to your taglist? Thanks! I hope you are doing well :) If you want to chat more, I'm pretty friendly too, and I enjoy getting to know new people! All the best - Minora (Minni)
Hi new friend! Sorry for the late reply, I hate answering on mobile.
Anyway, yes, feel free to call me Tiff. Nice to meet you, Minni! I’ll get you added to my taglist, and feel free to pop into my messages anytime, I’m always up for a good chat.
Hope you’re doing well, enjoying the weekend, and thank you so much for the message!!
