FILTHY | spn smuts/imagines

He's Cinnamon{S.W}

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Warnings: fluff, almost rape (not from Sam), kissing etc.

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Blood flowed from the open wound on your thigh as you crawled away from the demon. Its eyes as black as night itself and more menacing than anything you'd come face to face with before. Your usual gig was a vamp nest or a ghost, which is why you probably shouldn't have agreed to accompany the Winchesters on this hunt. They had been very close to your brother and, when he passed away, they became even closer to you. Sam, in particular, was your night in shining armour. Everything about him was perfect from his head down to his toes and you hated yourself for noticing it. 

You tried to think of things to use. Your gun? Out of ammo (not that it would do any good). Holy water flask? Empty. Demon blade? On the other side of the room. All your options were shut down as the thing grabbed your ankles, dragging you back across the floor. 

"My, my you are such a pretty little thing," he said, stopping. 

He moved so fast that you had no time to react. He straddled your waist and pinned your arms above your head. Every muscle in your body spasmed in a final attempt to get away from him but you were too weak. The bloodloss along causing dark spots to cloud your vision. 

"Maybe I should use this prettiness to my advantage. Hm?"

You screamed as loud as possible. Maybe Sam would hear you from upstairs or maybe Dean would accidentally stumble upon the secret entrance to the basement you'd found. You prayed to God they would hear and find you.

The demon flipped you over quickly and began to pull at your jeans. You scrambled forward, screaming Sam's name as loud as you could. Just as your pants were about to give way, you heard the sound of electricity as the weight was moved off you. You flipped over to see the demon with red, electric veins pulsing beneath the surface of his skin. He dropped down to reveal your saviour.

Sam.

His face was contorted in rage as he eyed the demon carcass laying beside you. As soon as his eyes shifted to you, the anger disappeared and was replaced by pure concern.

"Y/N! Oh God are you okay? Jesus, look at your leg. Okay, come on."

He picked you up off the ground and helped you limp up the stairs to where Dean was removing a knife from a different body.

"What happened?" You asked.

"There were more demons that we thought. Two of 'em were upstairs having a party...by party, I mean some good old hanky-panky," Dean smirked, cleaning the knife off on the dead girl's jacket.

"Sam," you whispered before collapsing to the ground.

"Y/N!"

He caught you and began carrying you to the Impala. Words were exchanged between the brothers but all you could hear was a ringing in your ears. The tiny black spots that had been clouding your vision had now turned into full blown blackholes. Eventually, everything just faded into darkness. 

***

When you woke up, you thought you had died. Everything around you was dark and the only sound you could hear was your breathing. You sat up slowly and felt around for a lamp. Eventually, you found it and lit up the room with blinding light. You heard a crash and looked over to see Sam lying on the floor. He had toppled over the chair you assumed he'd been sitting in and looked like he'd woken up from a nap.

"Are you okay?" You asked with a snicker.

"I'm good," he came over to your side quickly and examined the bandage on your leg with concern. "How do you feel? Is it hurting at all? I can get you some medication."

"Sam," he looked up. "I'm fine."

He smiled before sitting beside you on the motel bed. 

"Where's Dean?"

A little sign of hurt crossed his face before it vanished into a smile.

"He went out to get the local experience."

"He's at a bar."

You both started laughing before you noticed how close Sam was sitting. His arm was brushing against yours and his hand was right beside yours. A millimetre away from touching.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I show you something?"

"Of course."

Before you knew what happened he was kissing you. It took you by surprise at first before you kissed back. He tasted like cinnamon, which was unusual but delicious all the same. When you pulled away, his eyes remained closed. Kissing him felt like kissing the sun. It was hot and that made other areas of your body hot as well. 

"I've wanted to do that forever," he sighed, opening his sunflower coloured eyes. 

"Me too."

"Does that mean I can do it again?" He smirked.

"I don't see why not."

And that's exactly what he did.