Sam, Dean, Castiel and yourself had just finished a gruelling witch hunt in Colorado and were celebrating your success at a local bar named 'Susie's'.
You were standing at the bar waiting to be served by the bartender when quite possibly the most disgusting person in the whole building attempted to 'saunter' his way to your side.
Before you stood a middle-aged man with a rather impressive looking beer belly, a stained wife beater vest (God knows what the stains were. They were suspiciously yellow), a brown plaid shirt which was buttoned only at the bottom, not in the correct holes and the greasiest most matted mop of black hair you'd ever seen. But none of that compared to his bright yellow grimy teeth when he opened his mouth to slur at you, "Well hello sweetheart."
You grimaced and replied with "Don't call me sweetheart."
Frantically you whipped your head around, searching for your boys for immediate backup. Your eyes landed on Dean who was currently hustling a group of guys at pool, you would have rolled your eyes at his drunken facade if it wasn't for the creepy dude slowly inching closer to where you stood. "Hey, don't be like that baby," he looked you up and down slowly, and Jesus did it make you feel sick.
"Back off, creep." You firmly stated, still looking for help. You saw Cas confusedly watching Dean with an untouched beer in his hand, it was obvious those two idiots weren't going to be any help to you tonight. Just then, Sam came into view and immediately noticed your distress. You sighed in relief.
Your relief was short lived however, because Creepy McGee had resorted to stroking your arm, you immediately yanked it out of his grasp and shoved his shoulder roughly away from you to which he indignantly said, "Baby, I thought we had something special!"
Honestly, this guy. Kinda made you wanna throw up. Just as you were about to knock some sense into this moron, you felt a long arm curl itself snugly around your waist. Your body instantly relaxed as you recognised Sam's distinctive scent and massive frame. "Hey jackass, she's not interested." Sam said threateningly.
"Hey look man, this ain't got noth- ain't got NOTHING to do with you, she digs me." You snorted and half-yelled, "You actually couldn't be more of an imbecile, could you?!" Sam was smiling ever so slightly at your outburst before he replied smoothly, "My girlfriend has zero interest in you pal, and I'd back off before she really loses her patience." Sam pulled you flush against his side, which by the way was way more warm and comforting than it had ANY right to be. You won't lie to yourself and say you'd never thought about Sam romantically...he's Sam, of course you had, but it was never really something you pursued, you didn't want to risk your close friendship with both him and Dean, it would be more than awkward if he rejected you.
Sam stood a whole foot taller than this dude and it was clear he was feeling threatened, he slowly backed off muttering something that sounded suspiciously like, "God damn giant stealing my girl... Can never catch a break." You let out a relieved little chuckle and turned to face your favourite 'giant'.
"Thanks Sammy, my knight in shining plaid," you winked at him teasingly to which he replied with a deep laugh. His right arm was still curled around your waist, the left one following suit, leaving you blushing crimson. "Anytime (Y/N)." His thumbs were rubbing soothing circles into your sides and there was no point in denying your swooning at this point.
"Sam?" You mumbled, "mhm" he hummed contentedly, never looking away from you. "I think that I really like you." You weren't really sure where the surge of confidence came from but it may have had something to do with the way Sam was looking at you. He didn't reply per se, but his soft lips on yours was the best answer you could've asked for.
A/N: you guys I feel like this sucks so badly😂 I'm sorry! And I also know how much I suck at updating so sorry for that also :))) it also hasn't been edited so there could be mistakes. Lots of love x
