Reality - Sam Winchester x Reader

Domestic Life With Wild Animals

He was gone when you woke up. You wandered bleary eyed down the hall to the kitchen where Sam sat. "(Y/N), you're up early," he commented. "I don't sleep in. Are you going on a run anytime soon? I need a distraction and exercise seems like a good idea to me right now," you said, getting a glass of milk. He looked surprised. "Yeah, I was just about to leave. Think you can keep up?" he challenged. You lifted an eyebrow and nodded before heading back to your room to change. A simple tank top and athletic shorts, hair up in a messy bun that you'd perfected. You walked out to Sam in a tank top and sweatpants.

 "Ready?" he asked. "As I ever," you replied. "Okay, so we're just gonna go a few miles, unless you want to go where I usually do, which is about five miles there and five back. Which one?" You thought a minute before deciding. "Let's go an extra mile than you usually do. I'm feeling kinda sprightly this morning," you said, moving to the sink to fill up your water bottle. "Let's go, Samster!" you said as you headed for the door. He chuckled to himself as he followed you out.

Youwere true to your word, going a full twelve miles only stopping once or twicefor five minutes. By the time you and Sam had gotten back, it was nine o'clock.You'd been running for four hours, but you felt fulfilled. Sam was drenched insweat, panting for breath when he came in. Dean laughed at the sight. You bothslumped down in the chairs you'd pulled out earlier. "Where the hell did youlearn to run like that?" he asked, chest heaving. "I run when I'm stressed ordistracted or basically when I'm not feeling at my high. So that's like, allthe time when I'm not watching spn," you said with a giggle. 

"Spn?" inquiredDean. "Y'all's show. The reason I know about you guys so well," you explained.They rolled their eyes in unison and you giggled. "Sam here made a bet that Icouldn't do it, so you've got to dress how I want for two days, got it, boys?"you said with a sly grin. Sam sighed in defeat, but Dean laughed. "This shouldbe fun," he said, clapping his hands together. "You're agreeing to this?" yousaid, surprised. You'd figured the eldest Winchesterwould be against it. He nodded with a grin and you took his hand and ran to his room. "You're next, Sam!" you shouted over your shoulder.

You dropped Dean's hand once he got the memo to follow you to his room. "Grey, long sleeved shirt. It's got a few buttons at the top. It's got a thermal texture look. You wore it the day after you got healed of your ghost sickness. Do you need a picture? I think I have one of that outfit on my phone," you said. He rummaged through his closet before pulling out the shirt you had described. "Why do you have a picture of that outfit on your phone? And is this the one?" You nodded and blushed.

"It's my favorite outfit that you've worn in all eleven seasons. Put it on," you instructed. He smirked at you and pulled his t-shirt over his head, which made you yell. "Dean, stop making (Y/N) uncomfortable!" yelled Sam. "I meant in the bathroom, moron! And we need your pants! Oo, I have something you have to wear to complete the outfit, too," you squealed. Best bet I've ever won, you thought. You moved past the shirtless Winchester to pick a pair of pants. Settling on a normal pair of light washed jeans, you tossed them to him and left. "Come to me when you're done," you said as you shut the door.

Hecame out in a minute and you stood up with a smile that covered your face. Youheld out your hand, gesturing for him to put his hand in yours. He did and yourolled up the sleeves to halfway up his arm on both arms. You unbuttoned two ofthe three buttons and looked up. He was staring down at you with those crazygreen eyes and you looked away. You reached into your pocket and brought asmall chain out, reaching up to put it around his neck. Stepping back, helooked at the necklace. He recognized it and gave you a stunned look.

 "How didyou..." he trailed off. Sam saw it andturned to you, equally as surprised. "It's a sign of the fandom. I've had thatfor forever. I was going to a con a few weeks from now and was gonna give it toJensen for him to keep. It's an exact replica, made out of titanium and I mighthave had a little help from Cas changing it back into the one you threw awayafter Joshua brought you back to life when you got shot by those two hunters.You never should have thrown it away, Dean," you explained. "Yeah, I've beentold that before," he scoffed. "Your turn, Sam?" you said. He was alreadystanding up behind you. You took his hand and led him to his room, just asyou'd done with Dean. But his grip was a little tighter than was Dean's.

"You've always looked really good in plaid, but I want to see what you boys look like in one layer. Try on... this navy blue t-shirt. Do you have any khaki cargo pants? If not, just pick your favorite pair of jeans. And I am putting your hair in a man bun or cutting it if It kills me," you said as you faced the dresser. "I've already got the pants on, you can turn around," he said softly. You turned around to see how the jeans would work with the shirt, but stopped and stared. He was even more ripped than the show portrayed him, way more so then Dean. His broad shoulders only heightened the effect. "See something you like?" he said with a smirk. You rolled your eyes. 

"Hur-de-dur. You're a Winchester, moron. It's practically proven that your family is nine-hundred percent hotter than anyone else, hun," you said with a grin. He slid the t-shirt and you suddenly yelled at him to not move. "I'll be right back, don't you dare move!" you ordered. You sprinted out of the room to your bedroom, snatched your phone, and ran back to his room. He hadn't moved. "Take it off, and then put it back on again, okay?" you instructed, flipping your camera on to record. He did as you said. You caught the video perfectly from the way his back muscles rippled when he flexed his arms to the way he shook his hair out.

 "I'm so gonna win this contest now!" you exclaimed as you went to hug him. He hugged you back after a second of tension. "Contest?" he asked. "Yeah, the Winchester back-appreciation-post competition. It's a big deal for spn bloggers. Winner usually gets a ton of followers," you explained, letting him go. "I gotta go upload this, I'll be out in a minute," you said as you flounced out, Sam's eyes following you until you were out of sight.

"Damn it," he mumbled as he ran a hand through his thick hair. Falling for you was not  something he had anticipated.