summary: you can't stop staring at sam in his priest getup
pairings: established sam winchester x reader, sam winchester gn afab! reader
word count: 1.1K
warnings: no use of 'y/n', no mention of pronouns besides a "good girl", cursing, making out, sam in the priest outfit (yes thats a warning), dean being a menace as per usual, implied smut, kinda edited
a/n: got inspired from a edit of priest sam i saw on my feed and i wrote most of this in class and then in the library, so enjoy :p
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𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵
YOU WERE STARING. Scratch that. You were practically devouring Sam with your eyes as he came out of the motel bathroom, adjusting the clerical collar that was around his neck.
Your eyes followed Sam as he bustled around the motel room, barely registering that Dean had gone into the bathroom to change himself. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from Sam, your mouth feeling dry as you swallowed thickly, trying to pull your gaze away from the taller Winchester.
Christ almighty, how could someone look so good in a priest outfit?
You thought to yourself as Sam sat down at the table near the kitchenette in the room. Your eyes trailed up and down Sam’s broad figure from your spot on the bed. The black slacks were tight around his thighs, and you could only imagine how good his ass looked in those pants.
The white clerical collar was starch white, contrasting the tanned skin at the hollow of Sam's throat. You bit your bottom lip as you saw Sam’s dexterous fingers pull at the collar, adjusting it before your eyes followed his hand as it fell back onto his thigh.
A low chuckle coming from the man you were staring at snapped you out of your stupor, and you met Sam’s hazel eyes, filled with amusement. You could recognize the familiar look of desire that lingered in the greens and golds that colored his gaze.
Sam’s plush lips were pulled into a sly smirk as he shook his head, a piece of his hair falling in his face as he did. “See something you like?” He asked, his tone teasing.
You felt your cheeks fill with heat at being caught staring at Sam. But you tried playing it off, rolling your eyes as you sat up, making your way to the table he was sitting at, and resting your hip against the edge of it, looking to your left at him. Sam had to tilt his head up a bit to meet your eyes.
It’s unfair how his height barely changes when he sits down.
“Maybe I do.” You let your eyes trail over Sam’s body again before meeting his gaze again.
Sam’s lips twitched before slowly rising in his seat, the chair scraping against the carpeted floor, and he leaned forward, his hands resting on the table as his face got closer to yours. Now, you had to crane your head back to make contact with his eyes.
“This is doing something for you isn’t it?” He questioned, Sam’s head tilted slightly as the sly smirk turned into a grin. The white of his teeth almost distracted you from the devilish expression on his face as his eyes darkened and his tongue peaked out to wet his bottom lip.
You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to resist the urge to clench your thighs together at the lust filling his eyes as he stared at you, feeling heat pool in your core.
“Unfortunately.” You grumbled as you broke the eye contact the two of you were sharing as you crossed your arms over your chest.
You heard another chuckle escape Sam’s lips. You listened to some shuffling and felt one of his fingers push your jaw to look at him. Sam was standing in front of you as he took your chin in between his index finger and thumb. His lips stretched into a lewd smirk as he leaned closer to you, his cologne filling your senses as you felt his breath fan over your face.
“Who knew that you have a thing for priests?”
You uncrossed your arms and scoffed at him before hooking your fingers into the belt loops of his pants, pulling him closer to you. “I have a thing for you in this getup, not the other way around.” You clarified, your lips pulling into a half-smirk.
Sam raised an eyebrow at you. “You sure?”
“Shut up, you know how gorgeous you are.” You rolled your eyes at him. “It’s honestly unfair how good you look in anything.”
Sam huffed a laugh through his nose. “Mhm, sure.” He rubbed his nose against yours before capturing your lips between his, pulling you into a fiery kiss, his tongue invading your mouth. You let out a low moan as you pulled him closer to you and felt his bulge grind against you.
Sam always had this hold on you every time he placed his lips on yours. The only thing that was on your mind was always Sam. It was like there was a giant neon sign that flashed his name every time he touched you.
Suddenly, Sam pulled himself away from you. What you didn’t realize as Sam was making out with you was that Dean had finished changing into his own priest getup and stepped out of the bathroom.
You heard him clear his throat, and you looked over at Dean. Though you would never admit it out loud or to anyone ever, Dean looked as good as Sam did in the white collar (but you had a bias towards your boyfriend because, well, he's your boyfriend).
Dean raised an eyebrow at the two of you. “You two done defiling each other?”
“Shut up.” Sam shot a scowl at Dean's smirking face.
“Nope." Dean said, popping the 'p' obnoxiously. "Next time don’t make out in the same room as me.” He came over to the table and smacked his hand onto Sam’s shoulder before brushing past him and left the motel room.
You let out a small laugh as Sam’s face twisted into his bitch face before sighing. But a smile slowly appeared on his face at the sound of your laugh.
He turned around to face you again. You looked at him with a smile. His smile got wider before he leaned in and placed a soft kiss against your lips. Sam pulled away, letting his forehead rest against yours.
“You should probably get another room before we get back.”
Your eyebrows furrowed. “Why?”
The edges of Sam's' lips threatened to curl up before his face became serious.
"Because I have plans for you and I don't want to share this room with Dean."
"Oh?" A smirk grew on your face. "What kind of plans?" You asked coyly.
Sam let out a soft laugh before pulling back and cupping your face with his warm hand, his thumb stroking the apple of your cheek softly.
"The kind of plans that require you to be on your knees repenting and confessing all the naughty thoughts that your mind conjured up about me ever since I came out of the bathroom."
The heat in your core grew brighter as you clenched your thighs together at the low rumble of Sam’s voice.
“You understand?” You nodded dumbly at his words, and Sam pecked your lips.
“Good girl.” Sam sent you another smirk before letting his hand fall from your face and exiting the room.
You swallowed thickly as you stood frozen in your spot. “Well, fuck me.” You breathed out before leaving the room and getting another, just like Sam asked.
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Sam returns to Winchester Parish clean, controlled, and starving. Years ago, he gave in to a hunger that saved a life and cost him his own. He tells himself it’s behind him. That he’s stronger now. But hunger doesn’t disappear. It waits. It learns. And when it comes back, it doesn’t feel like a choice.
Inspired by the amazing @evil-pistachio incredible works of art for the @swjpbang
Title: We Live in Hunger
Artist: @evil-pistachio
Author: @carryonmywaywardsam
Rating: mature
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Fic Summary:
Sam returns to Winchester Parish clean, controlled, and starving. Years ago, he gave in to a hunger that saved a life and cost him his own. He tells himself it’s behind him. That he’s stronger now. But hunger doesn’t disappear. It waits. It learns. And when it comes back, it doesn’t feel like a choice.
