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You pulled into the bunker’s garage in Sam’s truck at exactly six p.m. It was a twelve hour drive from Kentucky to Kansas, where you and your boyfriend had gone last week to take down two rugarus. Sam had taken the first six hour shift back and you had taken the last, which turned out to be somehow more tiring. As you put the blue and white F150 in park, you reached over and shook Sam’s shoulder a bit to wake him up. He groaned softly in response but still didn’t awaken. You shook him again. “Sam! We’re here, baby, wake up.” He grunted and opened his eyes, rubbing them and asking what time it was in a deep voice thick with sleep. “Six o’clock,” You told him. “Come on, Dean called me on the road and said he’s makin’ dinner.”
You and Sam each grabbed your own bags and walked inside. Sam had offered to carry your bags for you, but you declined. He had enough to carry and yours weren’t heavy anyway. Walking a ways down the hall and in front of the kitchen you saw Dean. “Mm, smells good! What is it?” you asked.
“To-go food. Just caught wind of a nest of vamps up in Kalkaska, Michigan and we gotta go now.” Dean said in a rush as he shoved two paper bags full of food in your and Sam’s arms and ran off to his room to get clothes, toiletries, and weapons. As he ran back, Sam was complaining about just having been on the road for twelve hours and only having a couple clean clothing items left in his bag. “Look princess, this is the job. Go switch out your clothes but you better be fast. You can sleep in the car.” Dean barked. Knowing he didn’t have too much of a choice in the matter, Sam hurried off to the bedroom he and you shared to grab some fresh clothes. You needed to go too, but stayed behind to talk to Dean. “You could have been a little nicer, y’know. It’s been a long day for us too.” You told him.
“People are dying, Y/n. We don’t have time to sit here and whine about our bullshit problems.”
You gave him one of your trademark bitchfaces and replied, “Don’t start with me on that. You of all people know what happens when one of us ignores basic human needs.” And with that you walked to your bedroom, leaving Dean to pack up the Impala.
Seven hours later, Sam was rudely awakened once again. He was beginning to resent the brash nature of his brother and girlfriend. Though if he were honest, he kind of liked it, especially with you. You were always full of surprises, whether it be tackling a runaway witness in the middle of the police station, or spontaneously sexting him in the middle of a case. In fact, some of those images were featured in the dream he was having before Dean hit him in the arm. “Ow. What was that for?” Sam asked as he sat up in his seat. Dean was pulled over on the shoulder with the wiper blades swishing furiously at the unexpected downpour that came upon the group of hunters in the dead of night. “You gotta drive man, I’m beat.” Dean yawned. Feeling well-rested enough to take over the wheel, Sam agreed. When Dean opened the door to get in the passenger’s side, he found that you had climbed over the bench seat so you could be next to Sam. Rolling his eyes, he shut the door and found his way to the backseat.
As Sam pulled onto the road, you rested your head on the muscle of his thigh, quickly falling back into a peaceful slumber. Sam smiled and petted your hair, rubbed your back, and massaged your shoulder. He knew he should have both hands on the wheel, as slippery and dark as the road was, but he didn’t bother moving his hand back. Your warm skin, even beneath two layers of cotton, was much more inviting than the ancient leather of the steering wheel.
Around sunrise, you woke up, but Dean was still out. “Mornin’ sleeping beauty.” Sam smiled and greeted you. You smiled back and kissed him on the cheek, pulling your un-brushed hair back into a ponytail. “Where are we at?” you leaned into his shoulder a bit.
“Michigan,” Sam said. “But we still have about an hour and a half to go until we get to Kalkaska.” He cleared his throat and shifted a bit in his seat, and you looked down to see the beginnings of a hard-on in the front of his pants. “Is it a particularly arousing sunrise?” you asked teasingly, running your fingertips up and down his thigh, slowly getting closer to his crotch. He let out a breath of laughter and commented, “No, but you did get a little friendly during your nap.”
You chuckled. “Whoops. Perhaps I should make it up you.” You whispered sultrily in his ear, cupping him fully in your hand. You felt him grow and heard him suck in a breath at the contact. "Y/n…” he began, but forgot what he was going to say as soon as he felt your teeth on his earlobe. “Dean’s asleep, lover.” You began massaging him through his jeans until he felt as if all the blood in his body had migrated to his groin. “Plus, do you really want me to stop?”
“God no.” he growled. You undid his belt buckle and slowly pulled down the zipper. When you pushed down his boxer briefs he sprung free, fully hard and already leaking pre-come. You licked your palm and began to pump at a leisurely pace, leaving a few light hickeys on his tan neck. You bent down and licked a circle around his tip, then one across to swipe at the pre-come. Sam choked down a groan and white-knuckled the steering wheel, forehead emitting a dusting of perspiration. A few more kitten licks to his head and you had him begging. “Y/n, please.” He begged through gritted teeth. You licked your lips and finally took him in your mouth.
Sam almost came right then, but resisted the urge. He was already panting as you bobbed up and down his length, and struggling to maintain a proper speed on the interstate. You could never take all of him in your mouth, and this time was no different, so you used your hand for the rest of him. When you pressed your tongue to the vein on the underside, he bucked his hips involuntarily. You pulled back a bit, and he stroked your hair and whispered to you his apologies. With your other hand you rubbed the top of his thigh to let him know it was all right.
Feeling him twitch, your hand squeezed a bit around the base and rubbed tighter, coming off almost all the way to lick his tip again, then going back down. As soon as you had gotten down as far as you could, warm seed filled your mouth. As Sam let out a choked moan and slowed down tremendously, you swallowed him down with practice and pulled off with a pop, licking up any of your spit and his come that had found its way out of your mouth. Carefully tucking him back into his boxers and pants and wiping your mouth, you leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. By now he had gotten back up to the speed limit and so he turned his head toward you to catch your lips, but you pulled away before he could. “Ah ah, eyes on the road, big boy.” You gently turned his face back straight with your pointer finger. “There’ll be plenty of time for that later.”
“You’re in trouble after this case is done with, kitten.” He teased.
“’Kitten?’” you cocked your head and raised an eyebrow.
“I thought it fit your technique.” Sam winked.
“Better not let Dean hear that new nickname. He’d never let either of us live it down.”
“Oh, I think there’s a lot Dean shouldn’t hear about.”
“Dean shouldn’t what?” a gruff, drowsy voice emerged from the back seat at the same time its owner did, complete with wrinkled clothes and bedhead.
“Be working himself so hard all the time.” You responded quickly, knowing he would immediately get off the subject. “We’re worried about your health.”
“Come on, quit it with the chick flick stuff. I’m hungry.” He grumbled.
“There’s a McDonald’s in two miles. We’ll stop there and then check into a motel.” Sam said, avoiding Dean’s gaze in the rearview mirror.
“All right. Wake me up when we get there.” Dean put his arm over his eyes and fell back onto the bench.
The Winchesters and you cleaned the nest out within two days. These vampires hadn’t even seen the turn of the century, and therefore hadn’t picked up any tricks that made them particularly difficult for the three of you. You also managed to rescue a victim and return her home before any long term damage was done. But while you were sneaking her out of the condemned factory, a vampire came out of nowhere and grabbed you, pinning you to the ground. “RUN!” You screamed to the victim, and thankfully she ran right into Dean as she escaped the factory.
The vamp was trying his damnedest to tear out your throat, but you weren’t giving it to him so easy. One hand underneath his jaw and the other tight on the roots of his hair, your adrenaline-fueled arms pulled his head so far away from your neck that you ended up wrenching it partway off. Kicking his mangled body off your own, you got up, grabbed your machete, and expertly split through muscle and spine. “Awesome!” Dean said proudly when he saw your handiwork. Sam was impressed too, but the dark red spot on the shoulder of your white T-shirt cut his praises short. You had blood spattered on your face, neck, and hands, so you didn’t know the growing warmth on your shoulder was yours. Turns out the vampire that was trying to gouge out your throat had gotten in a good bite of your shoulder. No flesh was missing, but it needed sterilizing and a couple stitches.
You sat on one of the beds in the motel in your bra and pants as Sam cleaned you up. Dean had gone out to find a hookup and have a drink, but neither you nor Sam felt like joining him. As Sam poured a little more whisky over the finished stitches, you winced again. “Dammit, Sam, that burns!”
“Sorry.” He mumbled, dabbing away the last bits of dried blood. “You’re all done now.” He stood up and walked a few feet to the table to put away the supplies.
“Thanks, doctor.” You carefully wrapped your arms around his torso, hugging him from behind and pressing your face into his muscular back. “Anything for you, my favorite patient.” He replied, slowly turning to face you. You kept your arms where they were, your injured limb lower than the healthy one, and Sam moved his hands to caress either side of your face and touched his forehead to yours. “I love you.” He whispered, staring deeply into your eyes.
“I love you more.” You closed your eyes.
“Impossible.” His lips closed in, pressing fully against your own. He alternated between enclosing your top lip in his and enclosing your bottom lip, giving them each the same amount of passion and tenderness. He pulled your body flush against his, adding more fervor to the kiss. His tongue swept into the cave of your mouth like a high tide; and God, you’ve never wanted to drown so badly.