Supernatural Imagines

Sam x Reader(x Dean) - Playing Matchmaker

Characters: Y/N(Reader), Sam, Dean

Pairing: Sam x Reader(x Dean; No Wincest)

Request/Summary: "So I saw that your requests were open and honestly (if you feel you wanna write it, no pressure or anything lmao just do whatever suits you best) I would be SUCH a slut for a Sam smut where it's kind of a slow burner involving lots of teasing around or in front of Dean because fuck me up with that exhibition kink. And I wouldn't say no to rough, daddy kink sex with lots of "good girls" and praise lmao" AND "Hey! Can I request something? K so it's Sam x female reader where the reader is in love with sam, and sam feels the same way. But both are two scared to confess because they believe the other doesn't feel the same way. So one night at the bunker dean decides he's had enough and sets them up. He asks them if they wanna play a game of truth or dare. Everybody gets pretty drunk and it leads to reader confessing love for sam and some hot sex."

Word Count: 3379

Warnings: smut, voyeurism, Daddy kink, dirty talk, oral(male receiving), fingering, spanking, drinking, explicit language, dom!Sam, sub!reader, kinda dom!Dean, alcohol & drinking

A/N: Oh, boy... this one kinda got out of hand... Enjoy?

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"Oh, c'mon!" - Dean whined, throwing his hands up in the air - "It'll be fun!"

"You know me, Dean-o, I'm in." - you stated, looking over at the older Winchester - "You'll have to convince the big guy over there." - you pointed over to Sam, who was currently sitting on the table in the war room, a big lore book over his lap.

"Don't be such a buzzkill, Sammy." - Dean insisted, taking a swing from the whisky bottle and handing it over to you - "Yeah Sam, it'll be fun." - you added, throwing your head back and closing your eyes tightly as the amber liquor burned your throat, effectively making you gag slightly.

"Fine." - he finally gave in, closing the book with a loud 'thud', and walking over to where you and his older brother sat at the opposite end of the table.

"Atta boy!" - Dean exclaimed as you gave Sam the bottle and he hesitantly took a pretty big swing, coughing at the taste.

"Jesus, I didn't realize I was dealing with two lightweights."

"Not everyone can down a bottle like you, Dean." - you teased

"Well, what can I say; it's a talent."

"Yeah, I think it's called functioning alcoholism." - Sam commented, pulling out the chair next to Dean's, now both brothers were facing you.

"What do you say you two shut the hell up, and Dean let's hear the rules." - you said, drumming onto the mahogany table with your hands in anticipation.

"It's just a simple game of thruth or dare, but I've put my own twist to it," - the older brother started, rubbing his palms together in a mischievous way like some kind of a cartoon villian - "If you refuse to do a dare or answer a question..." - he trailed off, his eyes shifting between you and his younger brother - "you have to drink. Simple as that."

You and Sam shared a look, before you spoke up - "Sounds good to me."

An hour later the slight buzz is giving you a confidence boost, and the dares you usually wouldn't follow through with seemed a lot more doable with each shot that you took, the alcohol had already numbed your throat, making you somehow immune to it's burn.