Supernatural Imagines

Sam x Reader - Hush

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: The reader and Sam are involved in a secret relationship.

Word Count: 1482

Warnings: smut, swearing

A/N: I know, I know... I was supposed to post this on the 2nd, but I wasn't happy with it at all, so I re-wrote it!

Enjoy!

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You watched as Sam's eyes quickly flicked through the big lore book in his hands, as he countinuously tapped his foot under the table, his tongue occasionaly sticking out of his mouth, showing that he was trying hard to focus and pay attention.

You were currently stuck in some shit hole of a motel, somewhere in Louisiana, hunting a Chuck-knows-what kind of monster with the Winchester brothers. Two of the most, if not the most, admirable people in the hunter community.

"Ugh! This is pointless! We should be out there, searching!" - huffed Dean, while Sam just looked up from his book momentarily and rolled his eyes at his older brother. - "Dean, we don't even know what we're after here, man. We need to research more." - he stated with his infamous 'bitch face' gracing his feautures, before going back to his book.

"Well, I say let's hit up the bar and ask around, find out more." - suggested Dean

"You do you. I'll stay here and research." - said Sam.

"Yeah, alright, then me and Y/N are going to the bar," 

You were so deep in your thoughts, you didn't even hear Dean call out to you. - "Y/N? Hello, Earth to Y/N?"

"Uh, um-sorry, you said something?" 

You watched as Dean's eyes rolled almost all the way to the back of his head as he let out a loud huff, before answering - "I asked if you wanted to hit up the bar with me. You know, interview some people?" 

"Oh, n-no, you go I'll just stay here an-and... uh, research." - you stuttered out, mentally slapping yourself. 

"Alright, you two nerds suit yourselves." - said the older Winchester, pulling his jacket over his flannel shirt,

"Don't wait up, kids!" - and with that, he was out the door, slamming it shut.

Moments later, you heard the Impala's engine purr to life, indicating that Dean had already left the parking lot.

You looked up from the spot on the screen of the laptop, you've been glued to for the past 10 minutes and were met with Sam's eyes across the table.

"God, I thought he'd never leave." - the younger Winchester let out and closed his book shut as you quickly made your way over to him, placing your legs on each of his sides and dropping on his lap. 

"Yeah, me too." - you said as you smashed your lips to his, engaging in a hungry kiss, each of you demanding control, your tongues dancing with each other passionately. One of his hands was on your lower back and the other on the back of your neck, while your own hands found their way into his brown locks and started tugging slightly, resulting in Sam moaning into the kiss.

You wanted, craved each other. Every kiss brought more and more of that primal need, almost like adding gasoline to a raging forest fire. 

You and Sam had been 'sneaking' around for over two months now, waiting, anticipating the next time you could be together, since the last time you two had some 'alone time' was almost two weeks ago. You both needed to release all of this pent up frustration.