Supernatural Oneshots {Occasional uploads}

Ticklish (Sam x Reader)

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(Your POV)

We had just gotten back from a mission and the boys had, of course, gotten beat up again. Sam and I were sitting in the kitchen and I was tending to his wounds.

"How do you always manage to get your asses kicked?" I chortled.

"Oh shut up." He snickered back.

"No, I mean seriously."

"Hey. You can't talk. You've got a mark on your neck and a cut on your side."

"Those are only because YOU fell on me after the ghost threw you." I scoffed.

"Well, it's your own fault for falling over instead of just catching me." Sam shrugged. I pushed his shoulder playfully and he groaned slightly in response.

"You can't have possibly expected me to catch you, Moose. I was focused on the demon trying to kill me!" Sam's smile faltered slightly and he paused for a second.

"Moose?" He raised his brow, his smile returning.

"That's what you got from that? And yeah, that's right. I said, Moose." He just shook his head and chuckled.

"Keep your head still if you want me to disinfect those wounds, clumsy."

"Oh, so now I'm clumsy?" He smirked and looked me in the eyes.

"No, not just now. If you weren't clumsy earlier we wouldn't be sitting here right now. Now would we?"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." He rolled his eyes. "So, want me to clean those for you?"

My hand froze and I looked to meet his gaze. Sam was looking at me sweetly as I dropped my hand from his cheek to his chin.

"Um, sure thank you." I continued cleaning his wound when I felt a soft touch on my side. My eyes shot to see the source, Sam's hand sliding the rip in my shirt over to inspect my cut.

"Let me clean your wounds first, this one's bleeding pretty badly." He said pulling my attention back to his face, a look of concern adorned it.

"It's fine, let me finish." I said but he moved his hand from my side to hold the wrist of my hand that was holding the cotton pad.

"Please." He pleaded with soft eyes.

"Fine. You big baby." I joked and a smile spread across his lips. He reached over and grabbed a few cotton pads and a bottle of disinfectant. He stood and stepped around to my side. He knelt down and lifted my shirt just slightly above the cut.

"Hold that." He said looking up at me with calm eyes. I held my shirt in place and he popped open the bottle and poured it onto the pad. He reached one hand around to my back, I let out a soft giggle as his hand brushed my skin tickling it. He chuckled.

"Ticklish?" A huge grin a cross his face.

"That just felt weird." I defended myself. He turned his focus back to the cut. I watched intently as he cleaned my cut very carefully, hoping he couldn't feel my eyes on him, taking in every inch I could see. Taking in his broad shoulders and his shiny dark brown locks.

"Could you hand me a-." Sam looked up at me and met my gaze, a smirk spread across his lips as we met eyes.

"-bandage." He finished and I turned away quickly and dug through the box for a bandage that fit my cut. I quickly handed it to him and looked forward as he covered my cut. I saw him stand from my peripheral and reach into the box for an ointment. He leaned forward right next to my ear and I felt my breath hitch.

"Do you want to do this yourself?" He whispered into my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine. I couldn't answer.

"I'll take that as a no. Unless I've misunderstood." I could practically hear the smirk on his lips. I shook my head and he reached his hand up and rubbed the ointment on my neck softly. He dropped his hand and moved his head in front of me and locked eyes, our faces inches away.

"So are you, ticklish anywhere else?" He asked and I felt one hand land on my thigh, the other on my side. A huge smirk spread across his face as I felt my back and side tingle.

"My mouth." I whispered seductively.

His eyes widened ever so slightly and lit up like lights. He closed the gap as I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck. The kiss was passionate yet soft. Almost as if he had a hunger only my lips could satiate.

His hands traveled slowly under my ass and lifted me, my legs swung around his waist before he set me onto the table, not breaking the kiss. He let out a groan into the kiss and slipped his tongue across my lips asking for permission. I didn't open my mouth and he pulled my hips into him and pressed his bulge against me. I left out a soft gasp opening my mouth slightly, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue in. I moaned as he deepened the kiss even further. I grinded my hips against his growing bulge. He broke away from the kiss and started trailing kisses down my neck and to my collarbone, grinding his hips slightly causing me to let a moan to slip out. He brought lips back up to mine and this time I slipped my tongue into his mouth fighting for dominance. He grinded into me again and I clenched the back of his shirt tightly. We were completely melting into each other, in our own world. I wanted him and he wanted me.

"Sammy!"

Dean

Dean shouted from right outside the door which caused us to snap our eyes over toward the voice.

"Cas is gone and I need some help with-." Dean started tapping a box on the door frame but halted when his eyes landed on the situation in front of him. His eyes widened, as did his grin.

"Well damn, I didn't mean to interrupt." Dean chuckled, his eyes scanning us. My arms dropped and I loosened my legs and Sam stood up straight.

"Uh we were-." I stopped. I knew there was no way to convince him something wasn't happening.

"We were making out. If you couldn't tell." I state confidently. Sam's eyes darted to me and back to Dean a smile spreading across his lips. Dean looked at me slightly shocked.

"You know since I'm sure you haven't seen that in a while." Sam let out a laugh and Deans expression turned to one of frustration.

"I'll have you know that Cas and I-!"

"Woah, woah! We don't need to know, thank you." Sam cut him off.

"Who is this we?" I asked and looked at Sam before I turned back to Dean. "Tell me everything."

"Okay if this is happening. I'm leaving." Sam snickered jokingly with a fake grossed out face.

"Oh, no, no, no. I'll leave you two to it." Dean responded with a wink and a smirk. Dean walked back down the hall snickering a little. Sam turned back to me with a smug smirk.

"So?" He asked sliding his hands up my legs and resting them on my thighs. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pecked his lips. I pulled back and looked him in the eyes, he scanned my face and his eyes traveled down to my lips. He held my waist and kissed me deeply. I pulled away and he let out a soft groan. I took my arms down from around his neck. I pushed him away slowly as I stood up.

"If you want my help with this you're gonna have to ask." I put my hand against his bulge outside his pants and looked in his eyes. He groaned and looked at me like he wanted to devour me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and leaned in against my ear. He got close enough to have his lips brush my ear.

"Please." Sam groaned into my ear huskily. How was I supposed to say no to that?

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I hope you enjoyed. It's been awhile since I wrote in this story. Hopefully my writing has improved a bit since then. Tell me what you thought of this chapter. And any suggestions or requests leave them in the comments or DM me.

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