Supernatural Smut

Suppress (Sam X Reader)

Your POV

It was early in the morning when I woke up to my phone ringing. Picking it up groggily, I was greeted by a harsh yet familiar tone.

"(Y/n), you free?" Dean asked bluntly, the typically straight to the point I've come to know from the eldest Winchester.

"Hello, to you too Dean." I said recognizing the gruff tone.

"Sorry for the lack of introductions (y/n). Kinda on a time crunch here, are you free?" Dean asked faking pleasantries, let's just say delicate didn't fall under Dean's vocab.

"Yeah, why?" I asked rubbing my eyes whilst glancing at the time, the mere sight of the six followed by am almost made my blood boil.

"Sam and I need your help with a hunt here in Salem, how soon can you get here?" Judging by the time I gave him a rough estimate of a couple of hours, and we said our goodbyes. I quickly got ready and grabbed my overnight bag. Whilst driving towards Salem, I continuously fought with myself about whether it was a good idea. Yet I never once took my foot off the gas longer than it was necessary. Eventually, I found myself at the hotel they were staying in and it's dinginess further confirmed it's location as a current Winchester residence.  With a heavy hand, I knocked upon the door and too my surprise was greeted by the half naked site of a young Sam Winchester.

"(Y/n)? What are you doing here?" Sam asked as my eyes continued to roam his perfect chest down to his v line. Time slowed down as I was mesmerized by the Winchester built, they could be assholes as times but man were they attractive.

"Oh, Dean called. He said you needed help on a hunt." I said nervously having snapped out of my trance, predominately more worried if he noticed my gaze than why he had no idea I was called. Sam just stared at me wide eyes, as the devil himself Dean appeared behind me.

"Hey (Y/n) thanks for coming out so quickly." Dean exclaimed sarcastically but behind that thick film I heard a twinge of sincerity.

"No problem," I said as I darted by Sam, to wrap my arms around his elder brother Dean. The hug was brief but in that moment I could feel a cold gaze shooting a deadly glare at our direction but from where

"Come on Sammy, put some clothes on." Dean mocked as I pulled away to scan the score of articles and books that scattered the room.

"So if you know what your hunting, why do you need me?" I asked lifting my eyebrow questioning the older brother's motives, noting the same image depictions.

"Well we know what it is, but we don't know how to kill it." Dean stated planning, I nodded in response as Sam grabbed dean by his arm.

"Dean, we need to talk." Sam whispered as the two walked into the bathroom. Through the thin bathroom door, I could hear words here and there.

"Dean, why would you call her?"

"We needed help."

"Yeah I know but did you have to call (y/n) my ex-girlfriend out of all the other hunters."

"Sam, you know (y/n) is probably one of the smartest hunter's we know besides Bobby. Also, what's the big deal you guys broke up forever ago?"

"That's not the point, you didn't ask my call on this." Suddenly the door flew open, and I watched doe-eyed as Sam grabbed his shirt, jacket, and shoes then left without a single word.

"I'm sorry (Y/n) I don't know what his problem is." I didn't say anything and decided to get to work as my mind roamed. Years ago I met the brothers after my dad was killed by a shapeshifter. All alone I decided to join them, and soon I began to develop feelings for the younger Winchester. Eventually, we confessed to each other and decided to try going out. He was finally over Jess, and everything seemed great. Then he got addicted to demon blood and cheated on me with that bitch Ruby. I broke up with him and decided to go solo helping out Bobby mostly. I still remember the day we broke up.