Fandom Smut

Sammy-boy (Sam X Reader)

Warnings- Tw blood, dom!Sam, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy), swearing.

You and Dean walk through the door of the bunker and he high-fives you, "Nice hunt Y/N, and nice one on that wolf."

You beam up at him, flinching at the sharp searing pain streaking from your deltoid down toward your spine, "Yeah, son of bitch scratched me good though," you reply, "I think it needs stitches." You drop your duffle bag next to the table where Sam was sitting, researching as usual, "Hiya Sammy," you roll your eyes as you get a distracted response from the moose.

You sit up on the table as Dean grabs a first aid kit, "Take your shirt off." He ordered, tossing you a bottle of pills and walking around behind you. You gingerly peel off your plaid overshirt and then your grey t-shirt, hissing sharply at the sting of the congealed bloody becoming unstuck from your body. You hear Sam clear his throat loudly and look at him shifting slightly in his seat. It wasn't as if either of the boys had never seen you like this from having to patch you up before. It just occurred to you that you had always worn a sports bra. Now, however, due to all of your normal 'hunting bras' being in the laundry, you were left in the raciest black lace bra you owned. You internally shrugged, pouring out a few tablets and putting them in your mouth, you look around and swipe Sam's beer off the table swallowing them and earning an indignant, "Hey!" From Sam.

You lock eyes with him and smirk, and just before putting the beer back down you flick your tongue over the lip of the bottle. A pink tinge spread over Sam's cheeks and he gulped and ducked his head back to the book in front of him. You cry out as Dean suddenly begins cleaning your wounds with alcohol. "Shit," you hiss as he starts  to stitch you back together, feeling the sting and burn of the needle and thread, "I'm glad we decided to get actual surgical thread, instead of just using dental floss forever." You strain, hearing Dean hum in agreement. You feel Sam's gaze rest on you, his eyes roaming over your skin, tracing the old hunting scars that scattered your toned torso. You catch his gaze and smile looking at him through your lashes, his eyes darkening. You get a sharp pain as Dean hits a nerve ending and you yelp, arching your back away from him and out of the corner of your eye you see Sam's eyes wide at your flexible back.

"Oh crap, sorry!" Dean exclaimed, grabbing your shoulder and steadying you.

After that Dean got into a rhythm sewed and dressed the four gashes carefully, when he was done he said, "Well, I'm gonna hit the sack. G'night Sammy, take it easy Y/N." You and Sam wave him off and a silence fell as Sam goes back to his book, staring at the page but not actually reading. His chair was pushed out and he was leaning on one elbow, you look towards him and get a clear view between his legs and notice the bulge in his jeans.

You had been hunting with the boys for a long while now, your Godfather Bobby had introduced you before he died and Dean was like a brother to you, your best friend...Sam was a best friend to you too but there was always a tension in the air when you were left alone. Whether it was full blown romantic feelings or not you knew that he had the ability to make you quiver with just a look, and you knew that you could do the same.

You decided you'd had enough suspense and you slipped off the table quietly and circled around the table behind Sam, placing your hands on his muscular shoulders. He straightened stiffly under your touch, you lean forward until your lips were almost touching his earlobe and you whisper, "You seem tense, Sammy." His lips part and you feel his jaw clench. You slide your hands down onto his mtensed biceps and rub your thumbs in circles a couple of times before sliding them back up to his shoulders and then down his deltoids. You get a sudden boost of courage and nibble his earlobe. Nothing. He sat still, eyes closed. You stood up and sighed, muttering, "Forget it." Under your breath as you began to walk away.