Sam Winchester (and occasionally others) x Reader

Aphrodisiac (Sam)

Awkward erections... Just warning ya, Dean is a jerk, I'm going to add gifs to this because I can.
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"Dude, you smell like dead cat," Dean comments as he enters the hotel room with his brother not far behind.

"She was buried with like twenty cats, Dean. Besides you could have come down and helped." He grumbled, throwing his bag on the bed.

"And come out smelling like that? No thank you. Besides, you know I'm allergic to cats." Dean smirked as he tossed his keys in his hand.

"Hey Sam, if you are covered in cat hair give him a hug." You smirk as Dean glares at you.

"I'm gonna go pick up some food. Sammy, please take a shower, I can already feel my eyes watering." Dean sighed as he left the room, the Impala noisily driving away.

"I'm making some coffee, do you want some?" You ask as Sam digs some clothes out of his bag to take to the bathroom with him since you were there.

"After I get out, sure." He smiled as he shut and locked the bathroom door.

You couldn't help the smirk on your face as your plan sprung into action. You stroked the glass vial in your pocket as you poured the grounds into the coffee maker and turned it on. As you waited for the water to heat up, you pulled out the container and watched as the liquid inside floated around. It's nice when you have friends that are Wiccans, especially when they are just as much of a chaotic neutral as you are. You can't live with the Winchesters for as long as you have without getting involved in one prank or another. This was revenge for a stupid prank meant for his brother that you ended up receiving instead.

The door opened behind you at the same time as the coffee machine stopped, a light flashing to signal that it was done. "You made coffee?" Dean asked as he set down the bags of food.

"Yea, I'm gonna get back at Sam for that freaking prank a couple weeks ago." You smirk as you pour a decently sized mug of coffee.

"What, are you gonna burn his tongue or something?" He smirked. Dean has never really believed how evil you could be when you wanted to be.

"No, I have this." You hold up the vial just out of his reach, the purple liquid sloshing around.

"What the hell is that?" He whispered, sneaking closer to you so Sam wouldn't hear.

"An old Wiccan friend of mine came up with the idea. This is a highly concentrated aphrodisiac." You smirk, rather proud of this idea.

Dean just gives you a confused look, his eyes shifting between the bottle and you. "It's like really strong Viagra." You sigh, dissatisfied with the older brother.

A smirk spreads across his face as he hears the shower shut off. "Well, he's almost out."

You pop open the bottle, letting only a couple of drops fall into the glass. Dean sees this and frowns, obviously thinking it's not enough. Quickly he takes the bottle from your hand and pours the rest in, your eyes going wide as you begin to panic. Before you can say anything though Sam walks out of the bathroom.

"Hey, Sammy. (Y/n) made some coffee." Dean quickly handed off the cup, Sam giving his brother a confused look before taking it.

"Thanks, (y/n)." He mumbled as he took a sip and carried it over to the table where he was sitting before.

"Dean, can I talk to you for a second?" You practically growl, Sam, ignoring it as he pulled a few papers out from in between his books.

Quickly you shuffle Dean out the door and glare at him. "What's wrong?"