Intentions: Sam x Reader x Dean x Castiel

Chapter 2

Sam Pov

Singer House

"Woah, hey let me grab that." I say with a chuckle as y/n tries to grab the air mattress from the closet. She turns and looks up at me.

"Hey. I'm strong, I can grab it Sammy." She says crossing her arms. I chuckle and shake my head. I'm 6'7, Dean is 6'3 and she's 5'4, she is strong but not that strong.

"You're struggling y/n, just let me get it. You grab the tent." I say putting a hand on her back and sliding past her.

"Alright fine." She huffs as I grab the mattress. She grabs the tent, having to use both arms to carry it, making me chuckle.

"What's so funny?" She asks looking up at me.

"Nothing, you're just cu- I mean, uh. Nothing." I say defeated shaking my head. I can't believe I almost just admitted that I think she's cute when she's angry.

I mean she's beautiful all the time, but something about her being angry is just adorable, probably because of her small size. "No, what was that?" She asks nudging me as we carry the stuff outside. "

Nothing, I lost my train of thought is all." I say trying to brush off her question.

"Mhmm. Sure." She says teasingly and rolls her eyes as we set the stuff down.

"Hey y/n, we got stuff for smores?" Dean asks from the fire.

"Yeah, in the house. I'll go grab em." She says giving Dean a smile and walking back toward the house.

"Dude. You got to quit staring." Dean says with a laugh. I look over at him and squint my eyes.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I say straightening up. Dean shakes his head.

"You obviously like her Sammy." Dean pushes. I roll my eyes and start setting up the tent.

"Yeah, and so do you D." I say throwing her nickname for her at him.

Dean comes over and helps me set the tent up. "Yeah well, apparently so does Cas." He mumbles. I shoot him a look.

"Seriously?!" I ask somewhat loudly.

"Shh! Do you want her to hear us?" Dean asks as we finish. I let out a breath.

"I guess not. It'd probably freak her out, but seriously? Cas?" I say deflated as I lean down and unroll the king size air mattress in the tent.

Dean pats me on the back. "Yeah, he let it slip before he left, and she doesn't have to know. Besides she'd go for me anyway. Don't want your feelings getting hurt little brother." He jokes before walking back to the fire.

"Jerk." I say looking at him over my shoulder. "Bitch." He retorts.

"You boys fighting already?" Y/n asks, her arms over filled with the smores stuff and three blankets and pillows.

"Hey, let me help you, and no we're not." Dean says walking over to her and taking the smores stuff out of her hands.

"Thanks D. And okay, just you guys were doing your 'bitch' and 'jerk' routine." She says with a giggle looking between me and Dean.

I turn off the pump for the air matress and walk over to her and grab the blankets and pillows from her arms. "Yeah, you know us and our banter." I say looking down at her with a smile.

"Oh don't I know it." She says with a smile rolling her eyes.

Me and y/n get the blankets and pillows set up in the tent. Me on her left and Dean on her right. She always sleeps between us, partially for her safety, but also because I think that's just how she likes to sleep, but neither of us mind in the slightest.