Supernatural Smut X Reader

Hell Of A Tease (Sam)

The silence was excruciatingly painful, the essence of annoyance and despair in the air.

Sam sat at the motel table, the chair squeeking with its small fragile frame. The sound of alcohol sloshing around came from his direction as he brought up the bottle to his lips, slamming it back down onto the table tiredly, the action shaking the rickety piece of furniture.

"Sam, come on let's talk about this," you whispered tenderly to him from your spot crossed legged on the bed. "You have to stop this moping. It's only going to get worse."

Still silence.

"Dean was like a brother to me too Sam," you tried to reason, your heart eching at the memory. "It's not like I'm not hurting too."

"Don't talk about him," Sam shot back firmly, his whole body visibly tensing when you said his name.

"Sam, we have to talk about it sometime," you sighed. "You can't keep beatings yourself up about this."

"Beating myself up?" Sam moched rhetorically, standing up forcefully, the chair screeching across the floor, the liquid nearly spilling over the rim of his bottle. "It's all my fault!" He boomed. "Dean is in hell because of me!" He shouted, moving closer to you.

However, you weren't scared, you could see the hurt and pain in his eyes. The loss of his brother to the deep dark depths of hell only a few months before was unbearable and you could see the tiredness in his eyes, the lack of determination just replaced with defeat.

"Sam," you whispered calmly, standing up and making your way towards him. "It's ok," you shushed him, placing your hand onto the bottle of beer, slowly prying it out of his hand and placing it on the dresser. "It's ok."

And suddenly it was like he snapped, a wall broke inside his mind and he just broke down, sobbing into your shoulder as you embraced him, his feelings finally coming through and breaking his facade that he wanted to keep up to try and convince people that he was ok.

But he wasn't. And you both knew that.

"I'm sorry," Sam cried into your hair, his voice cracking.

"It's ok," you shushed him further, stroking the back of his head.

"I love you, (Y/N)."

"I know... I love you too, Sam," you replied, emotion thick in your voice before you kissed him on the forehead.

"Let me show you," he whispered back and you nodded, ready to show him how much you loved him, to make love to him.

Pulling back slightly, you dove up on your tip toes, your noses brushing as you kissed him lovingly.

Tapping on your legs, you jumped at his signal, wrapping your legs around his waist as his hands moved to caress your ass, his legs moving you over to the bed. He perched on the edge of the bed, you straddling his waist as the kiss deepened, his tounge exploring your mouth gently.

Pushing your body closer to his, the warmth from his body seeped through your clothes, warming you up instantly like a rush of electricity.

His hands wandered from your ass, round your thighs and up the inside of your top causing you to shiver at his touch.

Slowly you started rolling your hips against Sam's growing hardness, the feeling of it through your jeans made your hot sex ache for him.

"Sam," you moaned into the air, your head flying back allowing him to attach his lips to your neck, leaving his mark behind. "Please," you begged him.

In reply his fingures gripped the bottom of your top before he pulled back for a short moment, lifting it swiftly over the top of your head before discarding it to the side.