It's been a while since you've been hunting with the boys and you've still not gotten used to the disgusting motels you had to stay in. Not all the motels were horrid, some were actually really peachy, but lucky for you, not the one you'll be staying in today.
You and the brothers usually got 2 rooms, one for yourself and one for Sam and Dean to share, but since you guys were low on cash after Dean's Vegas blowout, you sort of had to make the best of it.
Dean had left to get everyone food, leaving you and Sam in the small nauseating room.
Great. Alone...with Sam...
It's not that you disliked like Sam, it was actually the complete opposite; whenever you were in the same room as him, the tension made it hard for you to breath. Your heart would beat faster and you would be lost in your thoughts. I mean look at the man, he's a God. With his nicely sculpted body and his piercing eyes, you couldn't understand how you managed not to pounce on him yet.
"Back to Earth (Y/n), back to Earth..."
Sam was on his laptop researching on the case you guys were on. You both didn't really talk to eachother when Dean wasn't around, but you still felt a strong connection.
You decided to go take a shower since all you were doing was looking up from your book and staring at the man every now and then. Anyways, it would pass the time until Dean got back and cut the tension.
****time skip brought to you by Castiel learning how to use a smartphone for the first time***
-Sam's POV-
I heard a loud scream followed by (Y/n) running out of the bathroom wrapped in (his/her/their) towel. I grabbed the nearest weapon I could find, which luckily was my gun, and went after whatever scared (Y/n).
If anything happened to (him/her/them), I would never forgive myself. During these past months, I've developed feelings for (him/her/them). (He/she/they) (was/were) the total package. From (his/her/their) laugh to (his/her/their) wit. Not to mention (his/her/their) incredible looks. (He/she/they) (was/were) the definition of perfection. I want to confess to her so bad bad, but I fear that she will reject me and that it would end our friendship. Anyways I'm pretty sure she likes Dean...
I headed into the bathroom and looked around.
"What was it (Y/n)?" I asked.
As the words escaped my mouth, a rat ran passed my feet and out of the bathroom. It entered the main room making (Y/n) run up on one of the beds and scream (his/her/their) lungs out. I opened the main door and chased the rodent out with one of Deans's shirts that was laying around.
-Reader's POV-
"Thank you Sam! You saved my life... I owe you!" I said.
As I got down from the bed, Sam closed the door and turned around.
-Don't worry abou...
I looked towards Sam to see that his face had turned into a light shade of Crimson red....
URRRRRGGGGGHHHH!!!
Of course my towel just had to unwrap itself. He quickly closed his eyes and turned around only to hit his head on the door leaving him with a big bump on his head. I quickly rewrapped the towel around myself and ran back to the bathroom.
I put on my clothes, carefully looking around to see if there wasn't anymore rats. I came out of the bathroom and made my way to where I was sitting before, avoiding all eye contact with Sam. He couldn't look at me either.
How could this get any worst?
***10 minutes later***
Dean came in the room with bags of food.
"Hey guys, so what did I miss?" asked Dean as he was going through the bags and setting the food on the table.
Sam and I both turned red.
"Oh rats! The lady gave me the wrong pie..." he said disappointingly.
I guess everyone had a bad day...
Author's note
Yeah... I don't know where I was going with this..hope you all still liked it...yea...okay well see you in the next author's note
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Part 2??
