You jerked up as if struck by lightning, the eighteen wheeler thundering past the motel your final breaking point. Near ready to rip your hair out, these strange sounds annoyed the absolute shit out of you—the numerous trucks speeding across the nearby highway, the couple having obnoxiously loud sex in the next room and the rats creeping and crawling inside the walls. You were close to losing your mind at this point, folding your arms over your stomach and trying to take a few deep, steadying breaths to calm your nerves.
The overabundance of moans and screams were starting to slowly get to you and made you think back to the few times Dean thought no one was home, having his porn cranked up to full volume while he rubbed one out in his bedroom. The same excessive noises were released by the woman in the next room and you rolled your eyes in irritation, throwing the covers off and striding across the room.
You pounded your fist fiercely against the wall a few times. “Dude, for fuck’s sake, give up,” you exclaimed, pausing to register the thuds and crashes on the other side. “She’s faking it.”
Apparently your complaints had stirred something up as the moans and groans were replaced by enraged yells and curses, putting an end to their love making and firing up a violent screaming match. You sighed out and shuffled back to the bed, sitting on the edge and running your hands up through your hair. Emitting a soft whine, you were beginning to come to terms with the fact you weren’t going to get any sleep. After taking a deep breath and reaching for your phone, you hoped you weren’t the only insomniac in the world tonight.
Right in the middle of scrolling through your newsfeed, a little notification suddenly popped up.
“You up?”
You lightly scoffed before you even checked who sent it to you, those two little words enough to make you violently cringe. Settling against the headboard and pulling your knees up, you decided to check the message anyway, knowing you wouldn’t have anything better to do at this time of night.
You smirked at your phone when you noticed who it was from. Your thumbs skidded across the screen, curious to find out what would happen. “Yup. Can’t sleep.”
Your phone buzzed not ten seconds later, his reply quick and to the point.
“I’ll come over.”
A slight pang of anxiety overtook you when you heard three soft knocks on the door a minute or two later. You leapt off the bed and quickly crossed the room, your nerves only growing when you saw he rid himself of all the layers, dressed in nothing else than a white v neck and grey sweatpants.
“Sam,” you spoke softly, taking a step closer on impulse.
He smiled, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Hi.”
A fair amount of sexual tension had been brewing between the two of you since day one, neither of you ever acting on or even speaking about it for the sake of your close friendship. But it did sting a little whenever he talked to other girls, seeing them twirl their hair between their fingers as they almost drooled over his shoes. You waved off Dean’s ceaseless remarks about your jealousy every single time, him claiming you two needed to stop acting so damn naïve and “get it over with.” Paying no mind to the older Winchester’s jeers, you kept quiet and knew your time would come as you looked over at Sam, finding he was always paying just a little more attention to you than to whoever he was talking to.
He walked into the room, quietly shutting the door behind him. “So,” he began, eyes shyly roaming up and down before meeting yours with a sheepish smile. He regarded you through hopeful eyes, not planning on finishing his sentence in fear of sounding a little too forward.
