Silent Treatment - (Sam Winchester x Reader - SMUT)

Silent Treatment

Summary: Sam accidentally sees the reader naked resulting in her embarrassment and giving Sam the silent treatment. How does he get her to talk to him?
Notes: My first time posting to Tumblr so apologies if formatting is off. My first attempt at Smut. Would love some feedback.
Word Count: 5k
Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean
Warnings: smut

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Sam sat in the library, books littering the table, his laptop open in front of him, but he couldn't focus. I was sat on the chair beside him, my legs outstretched on another chair. I held the book in my left hand and my right hand absentmindedly drew circles on the freshly shaved, smooth skin of my thigh.

The hunt the boys and I had returned from had been a messy one. Sam had saved my ass, again, but the result had been me being covered in blood, guts and some bright green substance I didn't even want to think about. As soon as we got back to the bunker I took a long time in the shower, exfoliating, shaving my legs, washing my hair twice then put on my favourite pair of grey cotton shorts and oversized t-shirt before joining Sam in the library to look in to the case he had found surfing the net whilst driving back to the bunker.

Sam caught himself staring at me and realised he was supposed to be researching and focused back on his screen. A smirk crossed my lips knowing he had been gawking at me, I wondered what he was actually thinking about.

Things had changed between the two of us the past couple of months. I couldn't pinpoint when exactly, but I remembered the time I realised the shift from friend to wanting more had happened.

Sam ganked the poltergeist that had been slowly strangling me.

I was on my knees gasping to give my lungs the air they craved and then Sam was in front of me. His eyes piercing mine with tear filled panic and relief as he slowly ran his finger tips down my injured throat.

The tiny gesture had sent electricity through me and the suddenness of the overwhelming feeling to kiss him had made me lose a breath I still desperately needed. Had Dean not burst through the door with a kick, I wouldn't have been able to stop myself from leaning in and kissing the youngest Winchester.

It's not like Sam had never touched me before. I couldn't count the amount of times he had stitched me up or held my hand whilst posing as a couple for some case. He regularly kissed my forehead when hugging me and always made sure to kiss my cheek before going to bed. Yet his touch that day had been different in an almost indescribable heart stopping way.

I hadn't been sure Sam felt the same way, if he felt the change too. Until, one night in a bar I've forgotten the name of, Dean made a comment about me making a move on some random dude eyeing me up, because I deserved some fun too. Sam had clenched his jaw, the muscled flexed on his face and he tensed in his seat avoiding eye contact with me.

So I had conducted a little test. I had flirted with the random dude, watching Sam's reaction the whole time. If Dean hadn't got into a fight after hustling someone at pool, making us have to make a sharp dash out of town, I was sure Sam would have started a fight on the guy I was chatting up after his hands roamed up my thigh for the sixth time that night.

Ever since then I had flirted with Sam, sat that little bit closer to him whilst watching movies on nights off, brushing my fingers against his when I handed him something, lingering in a hug a little longer than I should. Sam didn't seem to mind at all and I often caught him side glancing at me.

I've never been shy. I'm confident in my own skin and I was more than capable of making the first move but it was too much fun to watch Sam squirm, or try and act casual around me, stuttering for an answer when a comment I had made was too suggestive.