Betrothed to Sam Winchester (Sam Winchester X Reader)

Chapter 2

Y/N

     We got back to the house and Mary told me to go do whatever while she starts making dinner. I happily obliged and started up that way, only to be stopped by one of the boys. He had short, sandy hair and green eyes. I had to look up just a bit since he was about a full freaking head taller than me.

     "Hey there, I'm Dean." He said extending his hand. I gave him a weird look and slowly took it and gave it a small shake. This was Dean? Not at all what I expected. Why am I not feeling that same pull from earlier?

     "Y/N," I said in reply.

     "So you're the one who's room got the royal treatment."

     "Yeah, that's me, I guess." This was almost too awkward with the way he was looking at me. He wore a smug grin that would make most of my friends back at home swoon. One that even Y/B/N couldn't beat on his best days. One that probably wouldn't work on me at all.

     "I've gotta tell you, you are way out of my brother's league," he commented as he started looking me up and down. I began to feel uncomfortable under his gaze. Yep. Mary was telling the truth about this one. Any girl close to him and within five seconds he's already hitting on them. "I mean like way out of his league. Like it's not even close..."

     He probably would've come up with some weird fuck boy punchline if John hadn't asked where Sam was. Thank god for that.

     "He, uh, had a mishap with a really big mud puddle after tripping over a small twig." He looked over to me. "He's really clumsy." He whispered with a slightly overreacted eye roll that told a different story.

     "OKAY, well I should go see if I forgot to unpack anything... and... put it... somewhere... in my room," I said really uncomfortably while backing up towards the stairs, trying desperately to get out of the situation I was in now and the possible situation of him trying to kiss me later.

     I finally got to the stairs and bolted up trying to get to my room. But when I got up to the second floor I realized that I forgot which door my room was. Fuck. I did remember it was on the left side but then again, there were at least seven doors. Who the hell needs this many rooms? I decided to just open all the doors until I found mine.

     I opened the door closest to me and ran my face into something huge. And wet. Oh god please no. I stumbled backward to see a man taller than Dean with dark, shaggy brown hair that reached just above his shoulders. His hazel colored eyes held shock, and that's when I realized, he wasn't wearing a shirt. And that there was a towel. On the floor.

     "Oh, SHIT!" I immediately covered my eyes and backed up until my back hit the other wall. "Sorry! Sorry, I was just looking for my room and I forgot where it was and..."

     "No it's ok... uh... I shouldn't have dropped the towel... I just..."

     "I... I should've knocked first..." I decided to try and change the subject. "Could you just... point me to my room?"

"Uh... yeah it's the third one on the left."

"Thank you. Is it safe for me to uhh..."

"Oh! Yeah, sorry." I pulled my arm away from my eyes. Without looking at him, I was able to get to the safety of my room without any problems. I closed the door behind me and took a deep breath. I walked over to one of the floating shelves and grabbed a book. I looked at the title. An Ember in The Ashes. I smiled a little remembering the reason I even had this book. I plopped down on the soft bed and began reading probably one of my favorite books of all time.

After about ten minutes, there was a knock at my door. I got up to open the door to reveal the same guy from the earlier towel incident, only now, he was fully clothed with a more embarrassed look on his face rather than shocked.

"Hey," he said, "I uh, I'm really sorry for what happened earlier. Dean shoved me into a really big mud puddle while we were on patrol and I was rushing to get in the shower and I guess I forgot my clothes in my room."

I laughed a little at his explanation. "I believe you. I met him downstairs just before the incident and he's..." I paused looking for the right word. "Quite the charmer."

"Yeah," he chuckled. "He's been that way only since birth." That got us both laughing. "I'm Sam, by the way." He held out his hand.

"Y/N," I replied, taking it a little more reluctant than I did with Dean. As soon as my hand was practically engulfed by his, the same pull from earlier returned, only much stronger.

"Y/N," Sam repeated. His voice sounded absent. As if it was disconnected from his body. "That's a pretty name." Our hands, still intertwined, felt as if they began to catch fire. The feeling began slowly to travel up my arm to the rest of my body. Sam must have felt it too. He traced his free hand up my arm to put the back of it against my forehead.

"You're so warm." He said with his voice so quiet, that if the slightest noise was playing, you wouldn't hear it. His hand then tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, only to cup my cheek in his large hand, tracing his thumb along my cheekbone.

I had to use every fiber in my body to fight down my wolf's instincts. But looking directly into his soft eyes made it that much harder. It was as if they were calling me like a siren would a sailor. I found my hand moving to his hip, only for it to move up to his chest. A low growl rose from Sam's throat as he tightened his grip on my hand.

"SAM!" Both of us were snapped out of the trance at the sound of Dean's voice. I then noticed we were only centimeters apart. I backed up a little, suddenly feeling a little subconscious about the situation.

"Yeah, Dean?" Sam replied, not taking his eyes off of me.

"Dinner's ready. Get Y/N and get down here!"

"Okay, be right down."

Our hands released, leaving mine feeling cold and tingling, wanting the touch back. Sam's hands were shoved into his pockets as he looked back down to the floor.

"I uh... hope you like spaghetti," he said, breaking the short silence.

I gave a small smile in return. "I do like spaghetti." He nodded with a small smile of his own and led me downstairs. As I got closer to the table, I couldn't help but wonder what the hell the whole thing was.