(A/N: I'm so sorry it's been months since I've written but I literally couldn't think of anything, more soon. There is swearing, if you don't like that don't read it:D if anyone has any suggestions about what I should write about let me know)
You hated cases like these ones, cases that took days to gather the most meagre amount of information, ones that had you awake at 12am reading ancient lore books. This was unfortunately your current situation.
Whilst Dean contentedly lay in the bed a few feet from your right, every so often mumbling something entirely incoherent, you and Sam had banded together to try and figure what exactly it was you were hunting. Your relationship with Sam was as easy as breathing, it was fun, loving and you were both completely comfortable around each other. That was until you had developed a raging crush on him, I mean it wasn't as if he knew per say, you just had a hard time not blushing scarlet whenever his hand happened to brush yours, or if something as simple as having to share a motel bed with him happened, this particularly annoyed you, as you were no stranger to it.
At this moment in time Sam was across from you, his face buried in a book titled, 'The Wendigo of the North.'
Your back ached from being hunched over for hours and your eyes were sore with fatigue. You peaked over the top of your book and stage whispered, "Psst. Sammy!"
Sam's tired eyes met yours and crinkled at the edges when he smiled.
"Yes, (Y/N)?" He 'whispered' back to you.
"Let's ditch these books and sleep for a day or two." You said, your smile growing bigger.
With that Sam stood up and in two strides, he'd reached you and hoisted you over his shoulder. Not expecting the sudden movement the air gushed from your lungs with a loud "Oof!"
You dangled from where sam held you on his shoulder, glad that he couldn't see your deep blush as you laughed quietly together, not wanting to wake Dean.
Walking the small distance to the bed adjacent to Deans, Sam dropped you unceremoniously onto the cheaply made bed, then proceeded to fall right next to you. You turned your head to look at Sam, hair in his face, wide grin and tired eyes. Damn.
"You're staring (nickname)"
Startled, you replied with a barely audible apology.
"Don't apologise, I guess I was staring too." He said, smiling abashedly.
You decided that you'd had enough with the flirting, enough with the careful conversations, you went all in and kissed him, right on the mouth. It was short and sweet, and for a moment you wondered if you'd over stepped your mark and pulled back until you saw that Sam was grinning from ear to ear, and this time it wasn't you that initiated the kiss, this one longer and even more perfect than the last.
"Good god you two, should I get a new room?" It was in that moment, that you knew you fucked up. Dean Winchester was awake and had seen you kissing his brother. "Shut up Dean!" You shouted, cheeks practically ablaze. "What she said," Sam added, reaching behind him he grabbed the thin motel pillow and promptly launched it at Dean's face.
Laughing, Dean laid back down and sleepily mumbled, "You kids. Don't have too much fun." Before falling asleep again, happy that his brother had someone as great as you to love him.
