Y/N's P.O.V.
Awkward.
That was the only word to describe this situation.
I sat next to Sam on the couch, Game of Thrones playing on the tv and a blanket thrown over us. We had barely said a word to each other since Dean and Cas left for the hunt and I honestly had no idea what this was all about.
One minute he's protective and clingy, not wanting to let me out of his sight, then he can barely stand to be in the same room as me.
"Look, I'm sorry." Sam sighed randomly and I looked at him.
"I'm still- I can't-" He looked at me blankly and I was left in confusion.
"What? Sam, you're confusing me." I said quietly, attempting to hide any emotions in my voice. This man made me feel so strong, yet so weak at the same time.
"I'm trying to fix everything and it's not working." He said quickly and I turned my body to face him.
"Elaborate." Sam stood up and opened one of the cupboards, pulling out a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. He sat back down and poured us both a drink.
"I'm still struggling to remember Dean, we can't find Lucifer, I'm scared of you getting hurt and Cas... actually there's nothing wrong with Cas right now, but something's likely to happen." I drank my glass of whiskey all at once, the smooth liquid burning my throat as I swallowed it.
"Your memory of Dean will come back when your mind is ready, you need to relax yourself a little." I forced myself to smile at him slightly, pouring myself another drink.
"We've been over the topic of me getting hurt, that's not happening and if it does, we'll deal with it. Cas is Cas, of course something's going to happen. Lucifer? We're working on that together. You have way too much to think about Sam, do me a favour. Watch tv, relax, have a few drinks and be human. Forget about it all for tonight and we can be hunters again tomorrow."
"I wish it was that easy." Sam finished his glass and I sipped my drink.
"It is." I felt slightly dizzy and grinned like an idiot.
"Damn this whiskey is good." Sam chuckled and drank some more. I finished my second glass and put it down, stretching slightly.
I was about to say something, but the words slipped my mind as Sam crashed his lips onto mine, kissing me deeply.
I kissed back, missing the feel of his lips.
"Y/N." Sam muttered, moving so that his hands were on my hips.
"I'm sorry."
"Shut up and kiss me, Winchester."
~No Smut in this Christian Household (I don't even have a religion, this bitch believes in science)~
The first thing I noticed was the headache.
I groaned, pulling the blanket towards me and keeping my eyes shut.
The second thing I noticed was the temperature.
My room was freezing, like I went to bed with the AC on.
The third thing I noticed was that I wasn't in my bedroom.
I rolled over and opened my eyes, just as an arm wrapped around me.
"Shit." If the arm wrapped around my naked waist wasn't enough, the arm belonged to the one and only Sam Winchester.
"Fuck." My waist wasn't the only thing that was naked... both of us were.
I had drunk sex with Sam Winchester. Again.
Sam let out a groan and I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep.
I was expecting him to let go of me, or say something, but instead he pulled me closer and kissed my head.
"Y/N?" Sam whispered, but I didn't move.
"Y/N?" He repeated, a little louder this time and I groaned, pretending to wake up.
"Morning, Sammy." I yawned and he smiled a little.
"Hey, Princess." He pecked my lips.
"I love you."
"I know, I love you too." A smile covered his features and he kissed my head again.
"Good."
