Winchester's girl

chapter four

With my laptop open to some stupid YouTube video that I've rewatched a thousand or more times, I threw another takis in my mouth. The purple bag ones are my favorite and they are also the only ones I will eat. As I lay on my stomach I stick my hand in the bag and grab another to put into my mouth before even finishing the last one.
A knock fills my room from outside my door, catching my attention.
"Yeah?"
The door opens and Sam steps inside. He is wearing black and red plaid pajama pants and a black t-shirt. I pause the video on my screen and push myself up so I am sitting normally on the bed with my legs straight out in front of me.

"Hey, so, uhhh we're not going out tonight. Dean and I were wondering if you aren't busy tonight if you wanted to watch a movie?" He slightly smiles and rubs his fingers through his chocolate brown hair.
"Sure. Do you guys know what movie yet?" His eyes are drawn to the corner of my room where I have some crystals and sage set up. A gift Cas got me when I told him I was having nightmares about demons and didn't feel safe when the boys left me alone.
"Dean was thinking about the Conjuring 2... since we watched the first one last week." He walked to my love sack and plopped down all while taking his phone out of his pocket.

Sam usually only spent time in my room after a few beers because I think sober he felt guilty being in another girls room when he has a girlfriend. However, it doesn't bother me because any time spent with him, weather that be drunk or sober, makes me feel safe. And that's something that I don't often feel. From my bed I can see that he is in a texting conversation with Ruby. I can't quite make out what they're talking about but I can see the word hot from Sam's end of the conversation. Picking up my phone, I open my messages and see that no one has texted me in almost 3 hours.
"Sam. How come no one talks to me?" I ask him. He looks up from his phone and shrugs his shoulder.

"You're boring?" We both laugh and I jokingly through one of my pillows at him. He catches it in the air and throws it back on the bed, being careful not to hit me in the face with it. "My brother texts you, doesn't he?"
I look at him and nod my head in a way of telling him that he was being annoying and getting under my skin. He smiles in my direction and adjusts his pants by his dick while drawing his attention back to his phone.
"Yeah, but you don't text me." I say. He playfully rolls his eyes and rubs the side of his face  
"I text you. What the hell do you want from me?" He ask. In my mind I really want to reply with 'your dick,' but I know that wouldn't go over well, given that he has a girlfriend.

"Ummm I want you to text me more. Thank you very much." I respond. Sam sort of ignores me and retreats back to his phone. In some sense I can feel jealously fill the room but I know it's simply on my side. My phone vibrates in my hand which I don't think Sam can hear because it's on vibrate and doesn't make the special dinging sound that means the message is either from Sam or Dean.

Come on. I don't wanna wait all night to watch this movie.

The message is from Dean and I smile knowing that he is growing frustrated that Sam was only suppose to come in here to ask me about the movie and now we are stuck in my room instead of joining Dean in the living room. As the room remains silent and Sam continues to text his girlfriend of only a couple months, I start up a texting conversation with his brother.

Go jerk off real quick and by the time you're done we'll be ready to watch it. -Serena

Why don't you come help me out with that? -Dean

I look to the side of the room where Sam is with a grin on my face. Biting my bottom lip, Sam and I catch eye contact and he gently sets his phone into his lap, face down and ready to open his mouth to speak to me and ask why I have the smirky smile plastered all over me.
"Who are you talking to?" He ask with a teasing type of voice. Moving his eyebrows up and down I laugh and look back at my phone.
"Your brother's just being a piece of shit. He said he doesn't want to wait any longer for the movie." Sam pushes himself up and off the love sack, running his fingers through his hair once again. Getting out of bed, I follow behind him and out into the living room where we both see Dean. On the couch, taking up the whole thing with a bottle of beer in his hand.
"Mhmm, smells good in here. Thought we couldn't smoke in the house?" Dean lifts himself up a bit to look over in my direction. Making my way over to the couch, I pick up his legs, sit down on the cushion closest to the wall and pick up the bong that is sitting on the coffee table.
"Sammy, can you help me?" I ask. Picking up eye contact with him and showing him my puppy dog eyes. Sam throws his phone on the couch that resides against the wall and picks up one of the many lighters on the table. I connect my mouth to the mouth piece, Sam lights the weed and I suck in until he pulls out the bowl, allowing all the smoke to travel to my lungs. I hold the smoke in my lungs for a couple seconds before my body forces it to leave my lungs.