Supernatural Smut

Summer Nights (Sam Winchester x Reader)

"It's so hot!" I whine "Sammy, is the AC fixed yet"

He groans and looks back at me.

"No, Y/N, it's not, the hotel said it should be back up and running by Tomorrow morning." He sighs.

"Ugh" I groan "they need to hurry up."

I use my hand to fan myself but it barley helps.

"I'm going to take a cold shower Sammy" I comment "hopefully it'll help me cool down"

He nods, not bothering to look away from his computer screen.

I walk to the bathroom and strip off all off my clothing, turning the shower on cold.

I step into the tub and let the cool water rush over me. I'm glad to finally get a little relief from the hot summer air.

I get lost in my thoughts and soon Sammy's knocking on the door.

"Hurry up y/n, some of us need to get in there" he comments, I sigh, turning off the water.

I wrap myself in a towel before changing rooms with Sammy. I quickly slip into a tank top and some shorts, then crawl into bed.

I watch the first few minutes of criminal minds before the relief the shower had provided me all but disappears.

"Ready for bed?" Sam questions, emerging from the bathroom. He's wearing only a pair of sweatpants and I can't help but bite my lip at his bare chest.

"Earth to Y/N" Sam turns my attention back up to his face "ready for bed?" He quickly throws a shirt over his body.

I nod and move over on the bed a little bit, tapping the spot next to me.

He shuts the lights off then proceeds to lay down beside me and close his eyes.

"Sammy," I whisper.

"Yes Y/N?" He sighs

"It's hot"

He lets out an annoyed groan and turns his body so he's facing away from me.

"Sammy" I whine again "I can't sleep, it's scorching in here"

Sam rolls back over, pinning me to the bed, I gasp.

"If you don't stop going on and on about how hot it is," Sam whispers into my ear "I'm gonna have to give you a reason to be hot"

At first I'm breathless, then I smile.

"Sammy," I whisper. "It's too hot"

Even through the darkness I can see Sam grin.

"If it's to hot" he begins "why don't you take off your clothes?"

He lets go of me and sits up on the bed, I do the same.

"Well then" Sammy whispers "go on"

I run my fingers over the seam of my shirt, then lift the piece of fabric over my head. Sam watches carefully as I do so.