Sam Winchester (and occasionally others) x Reader

Painkiller (Sam)

The bar was mostly empty, mostly cougars trying to pick up someone young enough to be their son and the like. As you sat down you noticed a guy across the bar nursing what you could only assume was something strong.

"What can I get ya?" The bartender asks, noticing you eyeing the man.

"What he's having." You point to him with a smirk.

The bartender nods and pulls out a short glass, putting a small amount of Jack into it. You motioned for him to add more, so he quickly added more while giving you a funny look. You smiled and nodded in thanks before taking a sip, savoring the burn that flowed down your throat. After a few more you decided to swallow the rest in one gulp and the bartender gave you more.

After a few more sips, you looked back over to the guy across the bar. He continued to nurse probably his third or fourth glass since you had been there, his eyes focus in front of him in thought.

After swallowing your spit along with some liquid courage you decided to talk to him. With slow steps you make your way over to him with your drink in hand. He barely notices you approach, only looking at you once you sit down next to him. He eyes you up and down before returning to his drink.

"You look like you're in as much of an angsty break up bar movie scene as I am." You smirk and take a sip, disappointed that those words were the best you could come up with.

He smirks, making you feel slightly better. Though he doesn't say anything, you know you got his attention. You sip a little more of your drink before continuing.

"So what's a handsome guy like you doing here? Be careful, the cougars are on the prowl." You lean close and whisper the last part, his eyes closing for a second with a smirk.

Again he says nothing, but you can see something in his eyes akin to a spark. "Need someone to kiss and make it better?" You whisper, nipping his earlobe lightly.

He tilts his head slightly, rolling his neck and opening it to you. You don't do anything but watch him, you don't need to seem too interested, but just enough to get him curious. You hear a low growl of satisfaction in his throat, the rumble filling you with want.

"What's your name?" You ask, leaning back innocently as you sip your drink.

"Sam." He growls and downs the remainder of his drink.

"(Y/n). So Sam, how's your painkiller working out there?" You motion to the bartender refilling his glass.

"Could use something a little stronger." You watch his eyes flicker with something you couldn't quite read. Lust? Anger?

"I've got something back at my place that could help." You wink with a grin. It wasn't until after you said it that you realized how much that made you sound like a drug dealer.

He smirked and sips more of his drink. "Nothing illegal right?" He jokes.

You laugh nervously. "Sorry, I didn't mean to sound like a drug dealer."

He chuckles lowly. "It's okay, I know what you mean. I have a hotel room across the road, if you would prefer that."

You smirk and sip more of your drink. "That sounds amazing. I would love to get out of here. I can feel the cougars staring daggers into my back."

Sam laughs before downing the last of his drink. As he pulls out his wallet to slap down a few bills you finish yours.

Within minutes you both are gone, walking through the warm summer night to his hotel room. The walk was short, and you couldn't help the growing grin on your face as you watched him. He had that silent mysterious vibe going, yet he was a total gentleman. He held open doors and led the way with a simple (and large) hand on your back. He was a picture of manners and grace, at least until you got to the hotel.