Omg I want a request for Sammy Winchester!!!! So here we go: Sam likes when the reader wears his flannels because they cling to her curves and pronounce them? He thinks it’s the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen so he makes it a point for her to wear them everywhere?
Hey thanks for sending this in. I'm sorry if this is coming late. I got really busy with school and the holidays that came up as well. I had fun writing this and I hope you like and enjoy it.
Curves - Sam Winchester x Plus Size/Chubby Reader
Warnings: Not really to much to warn about. There might be body appreciation and just implied smut, but no actual smut
Word Count: 1,630
The first time he caught you wearing one of his plaid shirts was way before the two of you had gotten together.
Him and Dean had been on a hunt out of state. The hunt was a pretty long one and you had stayed behind, helping them from the bunker. The hunt ended on a pretty good note, they luckily had very few casualties and he was just happy to be home.
Walking through the doors of the bunker, they had made there way down into the building. Once inside they were greeted by you coming form the direction of the library. While Dean had greeted you with the usual flirt, Sam could only stare at you. There you were standing in the map room wearing his flannel shirt. He stared at you enjoying the sight of you in his shirt. It was pretty big on you, but it seemed to not only hug your body, but seemed to be falling of it as well.
He had even let out an obvious gulping sound as he stared. When Dean finally walked away, you had turned your look to him smiling your pretty smile, making his heart flutter at how cute you were. When you greeted him you smiled more tilting your head waiting for a response.
"Hey Sam are you ok?"
Nodding his head he gave you a small smile in return.
"Yeah I'm alright, y/n why are you wearing my shirt?"
When you looked down at the shirt your nervously started fiddling with the ends of it. You looked so cute when your were shy or nervous.
"I don't have any clean clothes right now."
"So why my clothes?"
He wasn't angry, he could never be angry over this, but he was very curious.
"I didn't want to go into Dean’s room. he may have cleaned it, but I'm scared something came to life and lives there now. What with how long he camps in there with food sometimes."
He gives a small laugh at the adjusting the bag on his shoulder.
"I don't blame you, something probably did."
Laughing at that, you both settle down walking further into the room. While talking Sam couldn't help but wonder what you would look like in his shirts all the time.
Sadly it wouldn’t be for another few months until you wore another shirt claiming you once again didn’t have clean clothes. Luckily the next time was after a hunt.
This time you had tagged along, helping out with what seemed to be a den of vampire's. The hunt had been long and tiring and not having enough energy to start driving home so you had decided to crash at hotel for the night. There were only two beds and a pull out couch, so you had decided to take the pull out couch even though Sam had offered up the bed but you had declined, he wish he could have shared the bed with you.
You had called first shower after the hunt was over, of course Dean griped about it. So of course when you guys had gotten there you had went in with your duffel bag hanging off your shoulders.
You weren't in there for to long, but Sam almost chocked on the quick in take of breath when you walked out of the bathroom. There you were standing in the doorway of the bathroom wearing Sams favorite flannel shirt. It was the red flannel. It was unbuttoned slightly and hanging slightly off of one of your shoulders showing off the black spaghetti strap tank top. The shirt came down towards mid thigh showing the small skin tight black shorts.
Letting out an audible gulp he started at you as you toweled off the top of your head. While he gaped at you, Dean was watching his brothers reactions from the small table in the corner of the small motel room. Dean snickers at him laughing at how flustered Sam looked. Smirking to himself Dean, as casually as possible, stood from his chair, grabbed his jacket form the back and threw it on quickly.
"Well I'm gonna go grab us something to eat."
And without another word to you or Sam, he left walking right out the door while you and Sam stared after him.
Once the door was closed you glanced at Sam, nervous about being alone with him. It wasn’t a big secret, Dean knew of course, as well as Jody to. But it didn’t make you any less nervous being around Sam.
Taking in a deep breath Sam gave you a nervous smile as he stared at your bare feet on the floor. It had been a while sense you and Sam had really been alone, sure there where small moments, but people always had a way of either appearing or are already lurking. So in all reality there was never really a moment alone.
Messing the skin around your nails, you smiled at Sam as you went to sit down the pulled out couch bed. You looked nervous as you sat down tentatively on the couch bed. Once you were sure it wouldn’t get crushed or collapse under your weight, an irrational fear yes, but one the worried you none the less.
You sat down trying to get as comfortable as you can as Sam smiled at you.
"Tonight's hunt went by pretty quick. Good thing to."
Sam nodded his head in agreement tapping his thumbs together before responding.
"It was quick and efficient, no thanks to you."
Shrugging your shoulders you smile looking down at your feet, not caring about how the big shirt slipped further off your shoulders. Looking at where the shirt had slipped Sam eyed you s/c skin. Eyes following the parts where your body curved out, and looking at the dip of your low cut tank top shirt.
Now don't get him wrong a shoulder wasn't gonna make him start climbing walls, but when he looked at you all he wanted to do was mark up and enjoy the sounds of pleasure that would come out of your mouth. If he were to continue, what would be stopping him from throwing you to the bed and taking you apart piece by piece.
To say the least the thought was very, very tempting.
"All I did was help with the searching and interviewing nothing to special."
Sam had almost forgotten about the conversation at hand. So standing from the bed he walks over and sits down next to you. Your shoulders brush against each other, a warmth settling in your chest at the close proximity.
"But the help was very much appreciated."
You give a hesitant smile, enjoying the warmth Sams body was letting off.
"I'm glad I was able to help, its better than just sitting in the bunker waiting to hear what happens."
"I understand what you mean, I used to worry about all the people who went on other hunts, and when they didn't report back I would get concerned."
Nodding your head you lay your head on his shoulder letting a small smile grace your lips.
"I worry about you guys all the time. But I worry about you the most."
For once Sam feels sheepish as he smiles at you feeling a little flushed at what you had said.
"You worry about me?"
You feel heat rising to your face as you duck your head once more raising your hand to scratch at the back of your head. It wasn't like a weird awkward thing, of course you worried about Sam. After all you did love the giant moose man even if he didn't know.
"Of course I do Sam, what you and Dean do isn't easy, and is definitely very dangerous."
He nods his head at that, he could see why you would be worried. Reaching out to you, he wraps his arm around your back grabbing your other shoulder and pulling you towards him in a hug.
"It's alright y/n I know the feeling. Even though you don't hunt a lot, your life is still in constant danger. Even just by knowing me and Dean."
Leaning into the hug you lay your head on his shoulder.
"Yeah well you can't get rid of me that easily."
Smiling a each other you let out a small laugh.
"I wouldn't want it any other way."
Almost like being drawn towards you. Sam leans down kissing you softly. Your surprised at first but lean into the kiss more. Deepening the kiss Sam and you move further onto the little pull out couch Sam's arms wrapping themselves around your waist and pulling you into his lap. Thighs spreading wide as you settled down, pressed tightly to Sam.
To say the least the night ended pretty well. That is if you minus the ruined sheets and maybe the broken pull out bed. In the end Dean didn't come back to the hotel room that night, Sam and you never got any sleep.
But ever sense then you and Sam have been going steady. There have been times when things seemed to hit rough patch, and times where you would hate your body so much that it made you sick looking at yourself.
But Sam's always had a way of helping you though it as much as he can. In the end if one of Sam's many plaid shirts went missing he would always find you wearing one. Looking as beautiful as always.
His favorite part is how he can always admire those curves.
