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Best Day of the Week (Sam fun)

we all knew this one shot was coming, we all know heat of the moment is a classic. there's just no avoiding it. also, I'm a slut for Dom!Sam Winchester. enjoy.

"Hey. Hey Sammy," you poke and prod at your sleepy and grumpy boyfriend, and he desperately tries to roll away from your grip around him to the other side of your shared bed. He succeeds, and without his warmth you are suddenly struck by the cool air, but you can only laugh as now you have full access to mess with his back through his thin shirt.

"Hey! Heyyyyyy. Heeeeeeyyyyy. You'll never guess what today is, Sammy, you'll never guess," scooting so far away from you he runs the risk of falling onto the bunker floor, Sam takes a long, audible breath in and out. You could practically feel him setting his jaw and shutting his eyes tightly, but this only sends you into even more giggling and chuckling. Teasing him is your favorite.

"(Y/n), I swear to fucking God, if you say-"

"It's Tuesday!" you cheer enthusiastically, and Sam groans. Ever since Dean had told you the story of how Sam had lived through Tuesday after Tuesday, you had been taking every chance you could to make fun of him. Every chance, of course, basically meaning once per week. Sometimes you'd wake him up to the one song he dreaded so much, even lacing up your shoes, smiling obnoxiously, and shouting as Sam reported Dean had done every day. Sam did nothing but regret letting you find out, but you - well, you were having the time of your life. Tuesdays never got old.

"Can't you let a man sleep? Just one Tuesday, babe. Please," he pleads convincingly, but you know he has a tiny smile on his face. Every time, despite his words, he always has the same small little grin. He maybe wouldn't admit to it, but you know it's your laugh that does it to him. Which, for you, makes it all the more fun.

"Nah, no can do. I just can't get enough of Tuesdays. But I suppose you've had more than me, huh? Ah, well. That just means there's more for you to love," this time Sam only grunts, because now you have one arm draping over his waist with your face pressing into the nape of his neck. You let him feel your breath blowing down his neck and shoulders as your own hand feels his chest rise and fall while he breathes. For a second, you immerse yourself in nothing but Sam, just inhaling his scent and exhaling everything else, because nothing much matters when you're with him like this. But by now, you should know better than to let your guard down.

Sam suddenly does some ninja move that you are too out of it to even comprehend in time, and with a whoosh, a twist, a strange noise from you, and a forceful push, you find yourself pinned on your back. He settles himself on top of you, leaning on his elbows which rest on either side of your face. You take another second to appreciate his thin shirt, specifically, the tight sleeves. He leans his head down so his forehead is brushing yours, and the warmth is completely returned to you.

"I'm getting the strangest feeling. I'm getting the feeling that today - yes, today, Tuesday - is going to be a very, very good day. Can you imagine why I like this particular Tuesday, (y/n)?" he asks this, knowing you can't respond anyways, as you're almost out of breath from how fast your heart is beating. Even after all of the time you two have been together, the butterflies you feel when he pushes this close are like the very first time. Although, you can't exactly say that a couple other scenarios that already happened by starting in this position are far from your mind.

"That's right, (y/n). Because I'm on top of you, because you're helpless underneath me, but, most importantly," he shifts to put his mouth directly on your ear, hesitates purposefully to let you hang there, and finally finishes in a whisper, "because you like it. Because you like this so much, your mind is racing with millions of thoughts, and not one of those millions include you teasing me about what day it is. But they do include teasing, don't they, (y/n)?"

You thought that most of the air was pushed out of you when he toppled you, but no. No, now you found a whole new recluse of air being expelled from your body in a gasp. Sam feels it leave too, his smile pressing against you as he gives your ear kisses.

"You see, babe, I finally snapped. I can't let you mess with me every Tuesday for the rest of my life. You didn't think all of this would go unpunished, did you? You didn't seriously believe I wasn't going to take back my own Tuesdays, surely?" And now he's kissing down from your ear in a line along your jaw, with you giving him difficultly as your mouth soon drops open. He chuckles, takes one hand, and uses nothing but his thumb under your chin to push your mouth closed again. He lets his hand linger a while longer as he finishes pressing his soft lips to your skin in a diagonal line. Your eyes are fluttering closed, watching him, shutting tightly, then watching him, entirely conflicted, but he keeps his sight on one thing - your lips.

And he's right - of the millions of thoughts rushing around in your mind at the moment, not a single one is concerned with the day of the week.

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woah there I fully intended this to be fluff and then it just... didn't come out that way. wowza. hoped you liked that as much as I did, I'm thinking I'll do more like this. did I mention I'm a slut for Dom!Sam? (this was pretty tame but good lord I still had myself a moment)