Sam Winchester (and occasionally others) x Reader

Greek God (Sam) Part 2

This is the NSFW part 2. This chapter is rated M for mature. Just warning ya.
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"I'm so glad to see you are so happy (y/n)." You can hear the grit in her voice as she eyes Sam.

Honestly, it's been happening all night. People seem so much more interested in Sam than you, though it's not like he doesn't deserve it. He looks damn good in a suit. If Dean were here too all the girls would probably have died from ovary explosion.

"Do you want something to drink?" Sam asked, waiting for your nod before walking away.

"Ok, I can't hold it any longer. How the hell is he so god damn perfect. He had to be bad at something. How is he in bed?" She asked quietly, but all of the girls surrounding you leaned in to hear.

"Eros." You sigh, eyes following him.

Some of the girls groan/moan while others look confused. You overhear someone explain it, then more groaning is heard.

"So not fair, he's a living Greek god." You hear somewhere in the crowd.

They quickly begin to chatter again as he comes back and hands you a glass. "Are you cold?" He asks, his hand running gently against your arm.

"A little." You admit. Honestly, you were freezing, but you weren't going to admit it.

Sam quickly slipped off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders, every girl you were talking to previously watching as he rolled his sleeves up to their usual place just below his elbow. This was more like the Sam you were used to, but the girls around you stood stupidly in shock.

After circulating the floor about hundred times talking to people. You both finally sat at one of the outlying tables. He sat next to you with his hand resting gently on top of yours. His jacket draped over your shoulders. You hadn't been paying attention to the light music that had been playing until Sam commented on it.

"The music has slowed down a lot." He looked at the dance floor for a moment before looking to you. "Do you wanna dance?"

"Only if I can do it without my heels." You joke as you stand, leaving your drink, purse, and shoes behind.

He takes your hand in his and leads you out to the floor, people's interest in you two peaking as they made way. You were never popular, honestly, everyone hated you, so everyone was genuinely surprised how different you were. Escpecially after how suddenly you disappeared after your family was killed.

"You know I can't dance, right?" You ask as he wraps his arm around your waist.

"Honestly, I'm not very good either." He smirked.

"Well, if we suck we suck together. Maybe we'll start a new trend." You laugh and look into his eyes.

Slowly you both twirl around the floor, a few couples trying to show off next to you, but your focus lies entirely on this man in front of you. You melt under his gaze and step closer to him, forming to his shape as he pulls you closer. Your head rests comfortably on his chest, his heartbeat sounding in your ear. His lips press against the top of your head, getting your attention.

"Do you want to get out of here?" He whispers into your ear, his voice huskier than before.

You can hear in his voice exactly what he is thinking which causes a knot to form in your stomach. You can't help but smirk and nod as his eyes scan over your body.

Within seconds of getting into the Impala, hands were everywhere. You straddled his hips, making you just barely taller than him. He pulled you into a strong kiss and gripped your thigh dangerously tight while your hands pulled on his hair and palmed his pants. He let go of your thigh to yank his tie loose and start the car.