Supernatural Oneshots

I'm Yours and You're Mine - Sam Winchester

Gods he looks good

Going to a party with Sam Winchester where he isn't wearing a flannel or many layers is a rare experience, going to a party full stop is rare. 

"Sammy," I hum in his ear and feel him shiver. "Why don't you wear just a t-shirt more often, you look stunning." 

"I-I get cold," Sam stammers, nervous from sudden rouse of confidence. 

It only takes Sam a second of me kissing his neck for him to spin around and grab my hips, "Could ask you the same thing about this dress you're wearing." 

"Dresses aren't practical Sammy, you know that of all people," I say backing away as I shoot him a cheeky wink. 

Sam's eyes get darker and he grabs my waist as I giggle, "You little shit." 

"You mean, your little shit," I quip and kiss him quickly.

"Yes, I do mean that baby," Sam replies kissing me again. 

I pull away from him and head over to my heels and pull them on, "You better get your shirt on baby boy, we need to leave." 

Sam turns into our closet and pulls out a dark navy blue dress shirt that he puts on over his t-shirt. I watch as his biceps flex and relax as he pulls the shirt on and buttons it up, he turns around and puts his arms out to each side and tilts his head. 

"Whaddya think?" Sam asks me.

"More handsome than the devil, darling," I smirk.

"Thank god I'm better looking than Lucifer," Sam chuckles as he turns to find his shoes.

"The bars pretty low for that then." 

Sam looks over at me and gives me a glare and puts a finger up to tell me to not mess with him any more. He sits on the other side of the bed and I rake my eyes down his body, from his broad shoulders and his hair that sits perfectly every day all the way down to how his thighs and crotch look in the jeans that he's wearing. 

"Having fun there, Princess?" Sam's voice breaks me out of the trance I was in.

"Definitely," I reply with a kiss.

I'm not sentimental, but there's somethin' 'bout the way he looks tonight.

"I can't wait to make every girl there jealous that you're mine, Sam," I whisper in his ear as Dean drives us to the party.

Dean decided he was gonna drag Cas along with him in hopes that they can both find some girl to take home or go home with, hopefully the latter. 

Sam chuckles at my response and kisses my cheek, "I can't wait to the same, y/n." 

Cas watches us and tilts his head, he hasn't quite gotten used to the whole flirting aspect of human interaction just yet, it'll take him a while to figure that out I reckon. 

We all climb out of the impala and Sam's arm finds its way around my waist as quickly as he possibly can. 

I feel Sam's arm tighten around my waist when a guy looks my way or a girl winks at him. Tonight's plan is to rile him up where he can't do anything to me at all. 

Sam grabs drinks for the both of us as Dean hands Cas a shot and Cas gives him the most confused look the angel can muster. Dean rolls his eyes and shows Cas what to do with the shot, Cas's eyes light up and he tries it, not exactly enjoying the alcohol - which is fair enough. 

I start to sway my hips to the beat of the music and Sam's hand floats down to my hips and ass, his hand runs along my ass as he looks into the crowd, trying to see anyone he knows. I back into him accidentally as I continue to sway my hips against his front and his hand flies to my hip and tightens itself around me, I can feel him struggling to stay under control and I smirk. 

"Yknow Sam, it doesn't take a lot to get you goin'," I whisper and lean my head back on his shoulder as one hand comes up and pulls on the hairs at the base of his neck while my hips continue to sway and I take a swig of my drink. 

"It also doesn't take a lot to get you going either, y/n," Sam whispers back as his hips buck into my ass and I feel what he means, I whimper quietly and feel Sam smirk against my neck. 

I drag Sam to the dance floor where I face him, my arms around his neck and his are resting on my hips, both of our drinks still in our hands as we sway together, there's a gap between us but that quickly gets filled by Sam pulling me against him.

I grind against him a bit and I hear him groan in my ear. 

"Sorry baby, am I torturing you here?" I ask softly.

"You know what you're doing, sweetheart," Sam growls into my neck. 

We both know I'm worth waiting for. 

I pull away from Sam and smirk as I kiss him.

"You know what I can't wait for, Winchester?" 

"What can't you wait for, L/N?"  

"That heavy breathin' on the floor, that feeling of my back hitting the hardwoods, the feeling of you and me together, the sounds you make, oh Sammy, I can't wait for that," I whisper into his ear, my tone laced with seduction.

"You're in for it now, babygirl," Sam replies as he pulls me against him again. 

I laugh at his reaction.

"What are you laughing at, you think it's funny?" Sam growls into my shoulder.

"Not at all, I find it hot how you're reacting."

"How else would I react, you are mine aren't you?" Sam asks me as he looks into my eyes, his eyes full of lust.

"Yes sir," I tease.

"Say it properly."

"I'm yours, Sam, I'm yours," I say as I kiss him and he returns it, hungry for more.

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