You paced by the motel door nervously. Sam and Dean had been gone for over an hour. It was supposed to be an easy salt and burn. It was really nothing special. A ghost that wasn't all that powerful and was nothing out of the ordinary. Well, as ordinary as a ghost can get. But now the worst possible situations were racing through your mind. What if Sam was hurt, trapped, or... No. You weren't going your let mind wander to that. Of course you were worrying about Dean too, but you always had a special bond with the younger Winchester. Sure, you thought both the brothers were quite the attractive men, but Sam was just perfect in your eyes. He was always so kind and caring, especially to you. Sam treated you like the most delicate thing in the world and was hesitant to leave you alone whenever he left for a hunt. You knew you could fend for yourself, at least more than Sam made it look like by the way he treated you, but you didn't mind it. You loved tall guys, and Sam was just that. His hair was gorgeous and who could forget his prefect body.
Loud banging at the door jolted you from your daydreaming. You looked through the peephole to see Sam with a limping Dean lagging slightly behind with an arm over Sam's shoulder to support his weight.
"______, open up!" Sam shouted with an obviously panicked tone in his voice.
You threw the door open and helped Sam get Dean to one of the motel beds. Dean had one arm slung over each of you as her limped towards the bed to lie down. You kicked the door shut behind you and set Dean onto the bed.
"What happened, Sam?" you asked, looking down at Dean with a worried expression.
"It got a little complicated over there. The ghost came up behind Dean before we could burn the bones," Sam answered.
"Nothing I couldn't handle though," Dean said sitting up, speaking for the first time since he got back, and wincing as he did. He stood up shakily, reaching for a beer he had placed on the nightstand before they had left. He took a large gulp before shrugging. "I'll be fine."
Sam furrowed his brows, looking down at Dean's leg. All of his weight was shifted off his injured one and the two of you could tell that it hurt. "Dean, you should really just rest right now," Sam said, moving to help Dean lay back down.
"Nah, I'm alright." Dean limped slightly towards the door, attempting to put more weight on his leg to make it seem better than it actually was. "See? I'm good," he said with a shrug. "I'm just gonna go for a drive." Dean's eyes darted between you and Sam with a smirk. "You'll thank me later," he whispered to you with a wink.
You felt your cheeks flush and you quickly turned away so neither of the brothers would see. Dean knew you had feelings for Sam and constantly mocked you for it. You could tell Dean was trying to get you and Sam alone. After all, he and Sam were almost always together, so it had been a while since you'd been alone with him.
"No, Dean. Right now, you need to jus-" Sam called after his brother, but Dean had already walked out the door. Sam let out a frustrated sigh and turned towards you. He ran a hand through his hair and had a very annoyed look.
You saw his expression and held back a giggle. Ah, Sam's typical bitchface. You cleared your throat to calm yourself down and keep from laughing. "Are you okay though, Sam?" you asked, looking over him briefly for any visible cuts or bruises. Seeing Dean hurt, you could only assume that something must have had happened to the other Winchester as well.
"Uh, yeah I'm fine," he answered simply, "the thing was really only going after Dean." You heard the Impala's engine roar and you and Sam glanced at the cheap motel door. The noise faded as Dean drove away to probably a bar. Yup, he was serious about leaving the two of you alone.
You looked back at Sam and sat on the bed. "Well, that's good to hear." You quickly added, "That you're okay, not about Dean." Sam laughed and sat on the bed beside you.
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You and Sam found yourselves laying down on the bed beside each other just talking about nothing. It had been hours since Dean had left, but you had heard the Impala pull up in front of the motel a while ago, he just hadn't come inside. You and Sam had peeked out the window earlier and saw Dean sleeping in the car, and you knew he was just finding any way to let you two stay together. You wouldn't tell Sam that though, so you 'guessed' that he had just passed out in the Impala listening to music or something. Luckily, he bought it.
"I miss these conversations with you, ______," Sam said with a sweet smile. He lifted a hand to your face, pushing a lock of hair that had fallen over your eyes behind your ear. "Yeah, um, you had a-a thing," he stammered, putting his hand back down by his side.
"Thanks, Sam," you chuckled. You found him absolutely adorable when he was nervous. "I miss talking to you too," you sat up on the bed, still facing Sam, "We don't get enough time to ourselves anymore."
He copied your actions, sitting up beside you. "Well, we do now. And I'm so glad I get to talk to you instead of Dean all the time. He's great and all, but sometimes he can be a real jerk," Sam shook his head with a smile, remembering the countless times he'd been called a 'bitch' by his brother. "Yeah, you're definitely my favorite," he mumbled, his beautiful hazel eyes gazing into your (e/c) ones.
Your eyes darted down to the bed, realizing you were blushing. You heard Sam laugh softly and were pulled into a hug. His strong arms wrapped around your shoulders and his face was buried in the crook of your neck. Your eyes were wide open, taken aback by the unexpected embrace. You hesitantly moved your arms around Sam's waist, placing your hands on his back.
Sam smiled and chuckled into your hair, "You're so cute, ______," referring to your now bright red cheeks. His comment only made you blush more, feeling the heat rise on your face. And it only got worse once Sam placed a kiss on your cheek.
"Oh, I uh- I have t-to um," you stuttered, pulling back and standing up from the bed, stumbling as you did. You shut your eyes for a moment, wishing you weren't so awkward. You took a deep breath to calm down and regain your train of thought. "You know what, I'm just gonna go take a shower and then go to bed," you decided to say once you could think properly. You rushed to the bathroom and leaned against the door, processing what just happened.
