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Trouble {Sam}

Note: This is an AU, so yeah. Also, there is a bit of cheating in this. Please note that I don't promote or agree with cheating. It's just a story, guys.

Title inspired by Trouble [Stripped] by Halsey

Prompt inspiration: 642 Tiny Things to Write About by The San Francisco Writers' Grotto

Prompt: "Yeah, he was wearing a wedding ring, but so was I."

Summary/prompt change: To get your family off your back, you stage a fake marriage with an already married man.

You look so cool when you're reading me..

"Are you sure you want to do this?" You asked for what had to be the twentieth time.

Sam Winchester, the man you were asking, smiled at your reflection in the mirror as he tightened the knot on his tie. His wedding ring–a real one, unlike the one on your hand–winked in the hotel's bright mirror lights. "I'm positive," he said. "I've made it this far, and it's just one night."

You shifted, accidentally knocking over your tube of mascara. It hit the counter and rolled, falling onto the tile floor with a loud, annoying sound. You crouched and scooped it up. "I know," you said, backing up slowly so that you didn't hit your head on the counter. "I'm just checking. I mean, you're married."

He chuckled. "You act as though she's going to kill me." The bastard was grinning. "I told you, Jess doesn't mind. I'm not cheating. I'm just helping a friend."

"Friend." You snorted. "No offense, Sam, but I don't think we know each other well enough to be considered friends."

"Acquaintance, then." He shrugged. "It's really not that big of a deal. My wife doesn't mind, and I don't mind. Stop worrying."

"I can't help it," you sighed, leaning forward to apply your mascara. "What if they figure it out?"

"They won't." Sam assured you. "They're going to believe that we're happily married and in love. You've given them no reason to not believe it, right?"

You nodded slowly, closing the tube of mascara. "Right." You said. "Still, I'm just a little worried. You know? Like, they're going to be awfully inquisitive. I mean, you'd be the first guy I didn't bring home to meet my family. I never mentioned you. And now we're married?"

Sam smiled. "True love can't wait sometimes."

You laughed and pushed his shoulder. "You're an idiot, Sam Winchester."

"I know." He checked his watch. "We should leave soon. Wouldn't want to miss your cousin's wedding."

"Right." You sighed. "Give me five minutes."

"I'll be out here." He left the bathroom, and with shaking hands you applied your lipstick. It's just a few hours.

Let's cause a little trouble...

Shockingly, your family fell for the lie that you and Sam Carter–since Sam didn't want them trying to find him on social media–were happily married and madly in love. Your parents were angry at first that you'd married in secret, but they liked Sam instantly.

Sam played the role well, falling easily into the role of the adoring husband. You guessed it helped that he knew so much about you from his brother, Dean–you and the older Winchester boy, despite a pretty significant age gap, had been friends for years. Sam was just always too busy to interact with you, until you asked for his help.

You felt a little awkward kissing him because he was married to Jess, but it didn't mean anything. It got easier to pretend as the night went on.

As the hours ticked by, you and Sam fell into an easy rhythm. Before you realized it, it was like you had known each other for years–your minds were on the same track, thoughts perfectly in sync, and you often found yourselves saying the same thing at the same time. It was startling, but the alcohol dulled your surprise.

The ride back to the hotel at three in the morning felt oddly charged, though with what, you couldn't say. Things just felt...different.

Oh, you make me feel so weak...

Outside of your room, Sam bent his head and brushed his lips against yours. He was wearing a wedding ring, but so were you.

He pulled back before anything more could come of it, took a step away from you like if he didn't have some distance, he'd do something you both would regret later.

"I'd been wanting to do that." Sam confessed. "I'd just never gotten around to it before now."

"You're a little late." You agreed solemnly. You dropped your gaze to the ground. "Why didn't you do it before?"

"Well, for starters, I was never drunk around you. So there's that."

You smiled. "You always were too shy. I remember you hiding behind the wall while Dean and I played video games. You'd jump if either of us glanced at you."

"I did do that." Sam laughed. You glanced up in time to see him swallow hard. "I never did anything because it never seemed like the right time. And then it was too late." He was looking anywhere but you.

"You do love Jess, right?"

"Of course." He said. "You were a possibility. She's my reality." That made your heart sink a little, but he continued. "There will always be a part of me that will hear your name and immediately start to get nervous and excited. Part of me will always have a racing heart whenever you're near. He's just not the biggest part of me."

You smiled up at him, then took a step closer and hugged him tightly. "Thanks, Sam."

His grip on you was nearly suffocating. "Any time, Y/N."

Don't forget me, don't forget me. I wouldn't leave you if you'd let me...