Supernatural | One-Shots

The Distracter: Sam W.

↬ Date: 12.08.2022.
↬ Prompt: N/A.
↬ Trigger [Warning]: Light cursing; sexual innuendo.
↬ Words: 615.
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"Yeah... Yeah, of course," Sam said as he wrote things down. You watched him as a heatwave hit you. Muttering a curse to yourself, you pulled your sweater off. Your shirt came up some before falling back down. "Yeah, uh, oh- California."

"Why is it so hot?" You grumbled to yourself, shuffling through your bag. You pulled a pair of blue boxers, that were Sam's but they got too small, and a grey tank top. You looked at Sam and pointed to your clothes and then to where you were standing. Sam nodded his head and mouth 'yeah'.

You pulled your shirt off {and realized you didn't have a bra on. You stared at yourself- you could have sworn you had one on}. Shaking your head, You pulled your jeans off. Your underwear hugged your ass and thighs wonderfully but it felt so much better when you pulled them off.

"Fuck..." Sam whispered under his breath, "What? No. It's probably just either a demon or a ghost. Yeah- no, a ghost forced into existence- yes-yup-okay."

Sam's eyes followed your movements as you pulled your tank top on, which reached halfway down your stomach {and readjusted your breast so they were comfortable} before you pulled your boxers on. They hugged you just like your underwear did.

You sighed heavily as you tied your hair into a messy bun. The air that hit your skin felt like ice and it made you feel better. You sat down with your legs spread as you read the website you had up. Sam placed his free hand on your thigh and gave it a light squeeze as he spoke to the person through the phone.

"Yeah- (Y/N)'s fine, just really hot," Sam said as his fingers drew shapes on your flesh, "I know right? I don't get why it's so hot all of a sudden. Yeah- okay, I'll see- no! He did not-"

Sam exclaimed and you rolled your eyes. He's like a teenager with gossip.

"Cas, he wouldn't- he DID!" Sam laughed as he threw his head back. You shut your computer, annoyed with the lack of information. An idea popped into your head and you stood up. Sam raised an eyebrow at you but you ignored him. "Dude, no. He wouldn't."

"But he did!" You heard Dean say through the phone and smiled lightly. You focused back on your task. You stacked loose pieces of paper together and picked up things off of the ground by bending over.

"Sure," Sam said distantly as he pushed his jeans into his crotch before pulling it, "Yeah, see ya when you get back- yep, burgers, and fries- see ya."

Sam hung up the phone and readjusted himself again.

"(Y/N), what are you doing?" Sam practically growled. A shiver ran down your spine as you stood up.

"Just picking up," You told him as you placed the papers you picked up on the stack, "Why?"

You acted innocent and Sam saw through you.

"Don't pull that with me," Sam said lowly as he spread his legs, "Come here."

You swayed your hips as you walked over to him. You kicked one of your legs over his and sat down gracefully by wrapping your arms around his neck as you went. Sam groaned as his hands squeezed your hips.

"Do you have any clue what you do to me?"

"I have a hunch," You whispered teasingly as you moved your hips. Sam let his moan build in the back of his throat and moved your hips faster.

"This was your plan from the beginning, wasn't it? Get me all distracted while I was on the phone with Dean."

"Maybe. Did it work?"

"Oh, yeah, it worked. Now, I'm about to work you."