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Heat of the Moment-Sam Winchester (Lemon)

(A/N: When we were deciding which songs would go with whom, it was a definite that "Heat of the Moment" by Asia had to be used for an SPN story.

Warning: This one is smutty.  Honestly I'd intended it a whole different way as far as story, but this just ended up writing this way.  I may try my other idea for another story.)

~~~Your POV~~~

    I sat at the huge table in the Winchesters' bunker, mulling over some research the boys had me doing about some witch in Detroit that was charming her customers for car sales.  Cheesy as hell, but effective.  I decided that since the boys were out, I'd turn my music app on and blast some music.  It always helped me focus to have music in the background. 

    I loved singing along to the 80s hair band songs that I'd put on my playlist.  I was an 80s kid...it was just my life.  Bon Jovi, Warrant, Pat Benatar...they were the things that made you happy in a hunter's life that seemed like nothing but death. 

    One complaint I had, though, was that the bunker, while underground, got sickeningly hot in summer. 

    "Well, it's not like Sam and Dean will be back any time soon."  I tossed off the tank top I was wearing, leaving me in running shorts and a sports bra.  That felt so much better.  Wanted Dead or Alive came on, and I sang loudly as I sat at the table, emailing Sam the info I'd found. 

    A few days later, the boys returned, having dealt with the witch and exhausted.  I had been looking up some things on YouTube for kicks, mostly the music videos I'd grown up on.  I got up, headed to the kitchen for a drink, and saw Sam hunting through the fridge.  He was bent over slightly and I couldn't help admiring his perfect ass.  He stood up and turned, so I suddenly made it look like I was admiring the architecture of the ceiling.

    "(Y/n)...didn't realize you were standing there."

    I feigned ignorance.  "Sam! I just walked in.  Didn't see you there."  I walked up to the fridge and grabbed a beer.  My arm brushed his.  I felt a slight burn on my skin.  "I'm gonna...get back to my goofy YouTube videos."  Hustling out, I left before Sam could respond. 

    I couldn't deny I was terribly attracted to the younger Winchester.  I was born between the two brothers, so I was younger than Dean, but older than Sam.  My parents were hunters also, but were killed a few years ago by werewolves.  Bobby was a good friend of theirs and gave me a safe place to hide out.  Of course I'd known the brothers by reputation, but Bobby encouraged them to let me tag along.  Dean, he looked after me like a big brother, which I guess he was used to.  Sam, though...I could drown in those hazel eyes, for sure.  I liked watching him talk.  I could imagine all the things he could do with that mouth of his.  Those thoughts were what kept me up at night and filled my spank bank, figuratively.

    But I was too much of a wuss to actually do anything about it.

    I sat on my bed with my laptop, writing while I listened to my usual music.  Sam walked past my open door and heard me singing.  He laughed as he stood in the doorway, causing me to look up.  "(Y/n), I didn't realize you were such an 80s junkie."

    I turned bright red and stopped the music.  "Sorry...was it too loud?  I can use my headphones."

    Sam motioned for permission to enter my room, and I nodded.  Sitting on the bed, he scooted next to me.  Uncomfortably close.  "No, it's fine.  Reminds me of days when we had far less to worry about."  Looking at my monitor, he managed to see what I'd been typing before I quickly closed the window.  "What was that?"

    I turned a darker shade of red.  I'd been writing down some of the wicked thoughts I'd been having about Sam, but didn't use names or anything that could indicate it was him.  "Nothing...just some random ramblings."  I turned the music back on, low enough that we could still converse, but loud enough he wouldn't hear the incessant thumping of my heart.