Supernatural Imagines

Playing Nurse (SamxReader Smut)

It had been a long day at work. You barely made it out alive, again. These hunts were getting worse and worse. Could you ever get a break?!

You fell back into the motel bed and sunk in the sheets. Your muscles and body ached.

Sam and Dean came in the door hauling a few things inside with them. They let you come in first and refused to let you help with supplies.

I mean you did get a bullet to the shoulder and got bit on the leg. You were surprised you made it this far without passing out.

"Y/N", Sam calls stepping into your adjoined room bringing in the rubbing alcohol and other 'first-aid' stuff with him. "How you holding up?"

"Peachy", you said falling back further into the sheets. Sam chuckles in response before sitting down next to you.

"You know I have to patch those up, right", he says gesturing to your leg and shoulder.

"Can't you wait til I pass out", you groan. He shakes his head making his messy hair flop.

"Fine just get it over with", you huff. He hands you a towel and you shove it in your mouth with your good arm and brace yourself on the bed.

"3...2...", Sam polls the bullet out of your shoulder and you grunt slightly into the towel.

He looks at you to see if you're alright. "Luckily that sucker wasn't in there too far", he says trying to lighten your mood. You roll your eyes.

"Okay where's the bite", he asks. You move your legs apart slightly and show him the huge bite on your inner thigh.

He hisses just looking at it. "You're gonna have to strip", he says trying not to smirk.

You throw the towel out of your mouth and glare at him. "I'm not free, Winchester", you retort.

"And I don't pay, Y/N", he says watching you coolly.

You stick your tongue out at him and insist he turns around. He complies but as you start rolling your jeans off you feel his eyes on you.

You feel your cheeks heat up as you shimmy your way out of your pants leaving you in a dark tank top and black underwear.

Sam quickly turns around as you make your way over to the bed favoring your left leg. "You can turn around", you groan putting the towel back in your mouth.

He turns around and looks you up and down heat rising to his cheeks. You couldn't help but think how adorable he was.

He started pouring the rubbing alcohol on your leg and you hissed at the bubbling and pain. Normally he'd laugh and tell you to man up but he kept his eyes hooded from your attention.

He began to stitch up your thigh intricately like he always did. And like always you felt yourself shiver at his light and precise touch.

Especially now when he was so close to...

You stopped yourself from thinking that. You and Sam Winchester were nothing more than partners and friends.

But you still couldn't deny the fact that every time he touched you you felt buzzed and tingly.

He finished up and looked up at you with incredible concentration in his eyes. You took the towel out of your mouth slowly and matched his gaze.

"Y/N", Sam said after a few moments of just looking in your eyes.

"Yes, Sam", you replied in a gravely voice. Sam cleared his throat and turned his gaze away from you.