Plot: In which the reader finds out that Sam is cheating on her, and decides to get revenge.
(Please pretend they have a house ok)
It's a little long, sorry.
No POV
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You were alone again.
Dean had gone out for some beers; And probably to find some girl that looked like an underpaid porn star to fuck.
Sam was supposedly at the nearest store to get some groceries, but he was already gone for an hour.
You thought that you should give him a surprise when he comes back.
Rushing upstairs, you took off your clothes. You replaced them with some lace panties and matching bra, complete with knee socks and garters.
You knew Sam loved these knee socks. And being paired with the garters, you knew it would drive him crazy.
You went to his room, and pulled out a slightly wrinkled dark blue V-neck. Pulling it on you the shirt clung to your shoulders, but hung loose on the rest of you. It stopped about mid thigh, where the garters and knee socks began.
You let your hair down, it coming out in messy waves. Going to the mirror, you added a cat eye and some mascara.
You heard a car pull into the driveway, and you put the makeup down. The door opened, and there were loud footsteps.
"Sam?" You called, going down the stairs.
No answer.
Walking to the kitchen, you saw him. His back turned to you, putting things in the fridge. He wasn't Sam, and you weren't scared, because he seemed slightly familiar.
"Hello?" You asked, and the man tried to turn around, but hit his head on the fridge.
"Fuck." He mumbled, rubbing his head.
"Are you okay?" You asked, approaching him.
He turned around fully and saw you. He just stared at you, without saying a word.
"Are you okay?" You repeated.
You guess that brought him back to reality, because he stood up straight and said; "Yeah, I'm fine. John Winchester, Sam and Deans father, by the way." He said extending his hand out to you.
You grinned and shook it.
You couldn't help but notice how attractive he was, although older. Slight stubble, sharp nose, strong eyebrows and soft eyes.
John stared at you, like he was expecting an answer.
"Excuse me?" You asked.
He chuckled. "And you are.."
"Y/N." You finished for him.
"Pretty name." He said, putting away some more food.
"Thanks. Do you know where Sam is?" You questioned.
"Oh yeah. He asked me to drop these by for him, he went to the bar with some blonde girl." He said.
"Dammit." You muttered.
"What's wrong?" John asked, looking genuinely concerned.
"Nothing. Did you see anything else?"
"If by anything else you mean eating each others faces off, then yes. I'm proud of my boy." He said smiling.
"Yeah, well I'm not. He supposed to be my boyfriend." You sighed, plopping yourself onto a chair in the kitchen.
"Oh. I'm sorry." John said.
"It's fine, I mean it's happened before and-" you started but were cut off by John smashing his lips to yours.
You pulled back, shocked. "What are you.." You trailed off, unable to form a coherent sentence.
