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**these are very old and totally suck forgive me for the really cliché ones this was my first book alright
IM SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT!! I have terrible writers block, and as a result have started imagine after imagine only to scrap them all, leaving very little time to create something I can actually publish. I promise you guys that next week will be double length to make up for this. but in the meantime, please please please feel free to request anything!! you can do it anywhere and give as many specifics as you want. I promise I'll do them all, guaranteed!
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"I shower first this time."
"Hell no!"
"You always take the hot water, Sam! I deserve this! I mean, look at me!" you bicker with your boyfriend, walking down the side of the road and gesturing to your blood soaked clothes. The stickiness is starting to seep through, but you're doing your best not to think about it too much. It's beyond disgusting at this point.
Sam shoots you a glare but slumps his shoulders in obvious defeat as he trots alongside you. Dean had taken off from the scene in the impala, having been complaining for days about you two being too couple-y. You both found that to be an entirely illegitimate complaint, but since you three had been in the bunker and not on the road for a while, it made sense why Dean was being so picky about his alone time. Still, making you walk back to the hotel was a new kind of cruel. After you got out of your shower, you intended to serve full justice.
"How about a compromise...?" Sam tries, nudging your arm with his and smirking. Once you realize what he's getting at, you can't help but to instantly laugh him off.
"Sam, we just got dumped in the middle of nowhere by your brother for being too annoyingly into each other. You really think we can have shower sex with Dean in the next room and make it out alive?" you question, and Sam deflates again. But he starts to do the puppy dog eyes at the ground, and you feel bad for the poor boy.
"Okay, here's a compromise. I shower while you check out a new room so Dean and his pissy mood are separate from us. Then we'll have the entire night to ourselves. Sound good?" It's your turn to nudge him, and he smiles, putting an arm around you as he perks up for the second time.
"You're a blessing," he states, finishing with a kiss on your cheek. You giggle and lean into him, already anticipating spending the rest of the afternoon with just Sam.
In your happy spell, you're late to realize when he's stopped walking. Coming down from the clouds and backtracking to reach Sam again, you flash him a concerned look. His expression, however, doesn't show an inch of pain or distress. So you're about to ask what the hell when a realization begins to come into focus.
What's happening begins to dawn on you when he wraps his arms around you, then it becomes more obvious as he closes his eyes, painstakingly clear as he leans in and holds you tighter, and beautifully evident when his lips are on yours. And no matter how many times Sam surprises you with these sweet, passionate kisses, you love them more and more each time.
He keeps the pace slow and steady, and when he does finally pull away, his satisfied smile melts into the smirk of a man who knows he totally just wooed the one he loves. His arms slide away, and he ducks out of your own grip on him as he struts away, now leaving you behind him. And even though for the next few steps you can't see his face, you know he's unable to wipe the grin off of it.
"Now that all of the blood on your shirt has transferred to mine, I'm showering first. Love ya, babe," Sam taunts before taking off in a sprint. You shake your head, incredulous. The amazement stems from both how much energy he has left after a hunt and how ridiculous he is if he seriously thinks he's going to win a race against you.
And when you leave Sam in your dust and are able to burst through the hotel's bathroom door before your panting boyfriend, the victory and the laughter are so strong that Dean's groaning and complaining fades completely away.
