Supernatural Oneshots/Imagines

<the brothers jealousy> pt. 2

Summary: After the boys admit their feelings for you, or more-or-less prove their feelings for you, they decide to combine forces to see just how much of their antics you can take before you break.

*big smut warning*
I'm so sorry, but I saw the pic scrolling through Pinterest, and if anyone is addicted to these two any more then I am, your welcome, because goddamn.

This has only been the first week after the boys quarrels. Now, however, after the boys discovered what they can do to you, the fighting had ended. You silently thanked god, despite your hate for the superior being. You always found yourself thanking that douche-wad whenever something turned out well. It was a habit you built long before realizing what an asshole he was. You were snapped out of your irritated state as someone wrapped on the door. You groaned, positioning yourself against the headboard before shouting, "come in!"

You knew who it was, more-or-less, it was one of the Winchester boys. Normally you would be glad to have one of them come in, before last week the boys would randomly pop in and hang around, just talking on and on about whatever came to mind. You always relished in those moments. I always enjoyed spending time with the boys, it never mattered how quiet, how awkward, how angry or how exhausted you were, it was always precious. You missed it, which  to yourself felt shameful to say. This past week Dean and Sam couldn't quit teasing you. The boys had it out for you, after they simultaneously proved how much they adored you, and goddamn they did it in the best way possible. But now? They wanted to toy with you, see just how much it took to make you break. But you were determined not to give in, no matter how much your body screamed for it. You could fend well enough against Dean. His attempts were smooth, not so provocative compared to Sam's. Dean would normally walk past you and wink, or slide his hands over your waist, down your arms, even gliding over your thighs a few times when you were brave enough to sit beside him. Sam, however, was a whole other ball park. His attempts were far more seductive, which you truly never expected from him. He'd normally walk around you without a shirt, or lean over you to grab something and wrap a large hand around your waist. His attempts also included leaning down to whisper something in your ear, or turning your face toward his and holding his lips only mere inches away from yours.

The door handle twists and in comes the younger of the two Winchesters, Sam. At first you hadn't noticed, you tried to keep your gaze off of the roguishly handsome man. Your face is buried in the lit up screen of your phone, dancing over whatever app you had open. If we're being honest, you truly didn't even know what app was open. You just needed something, anything, to keep your eyes off of the boys. Eyes flickering to the top of your screen, you can see the younger hunter standing in your doorway, towel wrapped around his waist and body shimmering with beads of water. You felt like you were choking on your own tongue, eventually you managed to pipe up.
"What do you want?" You huffed, quickly diving back into your screen, lifting it further to block out his figure.

"Look at me." Sam spoke in a monotone voice.

"Why? I'm invested in something better." You chuckled. You felt as if you eyes were trying to pull themselves off of your phone, but you willed them to stay still.

"I promise I'm better then whatever your looking at."

You could feel your body tense up, your core tightening. Jesus Christ, you felt like a dog in heat. Any little sly remark the boys made had your mind filling with lustful fantasies. Only a few weeks ago, these sort of words had no effect on you.
Damn those Winchesters.

You watch Sam's head appear in the distance above your screen, slowly more of him peaking above your phone as he walked up to your bed. You prayed to whatever god there was despite the actual god, that you would snap out of it and this would all be a dream. Your prayers weren't answered as Sam's hand pulled your phone down. You hurled profanities at Sam through your mind. You kept your eyes glued on the spot where your phone once was, it took nearly every fiber in your body not to look over at the literally half naked man standing beside your bed. Sam reached his hand out, traveling under your chin to pull your gaze toward him. You reluctantly swept your gaze over his wet, well-built physique. You took your sweet time looking him over. To his broad shoulders, beefy arms, toned abs and his oh-so-wonderfully beautiful v-line. Your core tightened, and you peeled your eyes away. You felt that if you stared any longer you might just pounce. You picked your phone back up, shrugging, "my phone was more interesting." You managed to feign an uninterested tone.
And with that, Sam walked away, obviously very pleased with himself. He closed the door and walked off.