Supernatural One-Shots

Sam - 9

"Watching you two is disgusting." Dean complained, glancing back in the rear view mirror at you.

You were sat with your arms crossed, glaring daggers at Sam, who sat with a scowl on his face. The two of you were arguing over something particularly dumb.

"Disgusting." Sam repeated with a scoff. "How?"

"It's obvious you guys need to get laid."

Your face flamed red and you turned your glare to Dean. "Oh, my God, Dean!"

"By each other." He added with a smirk.

"Dean." Sam snapped.

"As if." You rolled your eyes. "I'd sleep with you before I touched, Sam."

You and Sam had it out for each other for the passed week. With snard remarks and hateful looks, the two of you were at each other's throat. You admitted to yourself a few days afterward, that you were a little enamored with Sam when he got so frustrated with you.

The way he looked when the two of you were going at it. The way he made remarks to you, and the certain words he chose--it was something that you couldn't shake.

Sam turned just enough to look back at you, his jaw clenching and unclenching as the two of you stared at each other. You smiled at him, just to piss him off more from your comment.

He turned back around, huffing. "Bullshit."

Dean grumbled. "I can't wait for you two to get back to the bunker."

"Bullshit nothing." You argued.

Sam scoffed. "As if Dean could--"

"Don't drag me into this." Dean whined. "If you all are gonna be sexual, do it when I'm not around."

You scoffed, crossing your arms and looking out the window. You didn't know what it was. You loved getting Sam riled up. It was like a hobby at this point, the two of you constantly going back and forth. It was getting old, but you couldn't stop.

Dean pulled into the bunker practically on two wheels, hurrying to get away from you and his brother. You were surprised he wasn't more aggravated with you and Sam, but seeing how the two of them acted, you honestly weren't too surprised.

You stepped out of the car with a certain stride, slow and careful in your movements, trying to play off your actual thoughts.

Sam met you at the back of the Impala, pushing your hips against the trunk. You gasped, your first instinct to shove him but he didn't budge. His body was pressed close to yours, fingers digging into the skin of your waist.

"Hey!" You glared at him, giving him another shove, but you weren't sure you used all your force to try and get him off. "Get away from me, Sam."

The smirk on his face almost made you weak in the knees. "I think that's the last thing you want, Y/N."

You scoffed. "As if. As if I'd want your stinkin' ass on top of me."

"I think you would love if I was on top of you."

You cheeks flamed and you shoved him harder. He let you this time, stepping away from you as you hauled your bag over your shoulder and stomped off.

This went on for the rest of the day. Sam would pursue you, making lewd remarks and innuendos that had you blushing and marching off. Dean, for the few he heard, would fake gag and tell his brother to stop with the "bedroom talk."

You couldn't lie. You were loving the new attention you were getting from the Winchester. The only thing you didn't love were the swirling thoughts about whether he was doing it because he actually wanted to do those things to you, or if he was just doing it to get a rise out of you.