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(Y/n) sat on the end of the bed in yet another motel, flipping through the TV channels. She got tired of driving around everywhere with the Winchester brothers and having to deal with cocky, annoying Dean in the Impala, but never being allowed to hunt with them. The only reason she stayed was for Sam. Little Sammy Winchester.... Well.... Younger Sammy Winchester. The 6"4 friendly giant. The motel room door squeaked as it was being opened and (Y/n) looked over from the TV. A blood covered Sam walked in. "Hey", he waved once, then shut the door. (Y/n) sighed and walked to the bathroom to wet a cloth with some warm water. When she came back in the main room, Sam had stolen her spot and tossed his tan coloured jacket between the two beds.
"Please tell me that's vampire blood" (Y/n) said as she started cleaning the crimson stains off of Sam.
"Yes, it is", he leaned in and kissed her cheek, she smiled. After she finished she went back to rinse off the cloth.
"So where's Dean?" (Y/n) asked from the bathroom.
"He's uh..." he sighs and says, "Celebrating, the death of a vampire. He went to a bar", Sam exclaimed then pulled his hair back off his face as (Y/n) walked over and sat beside him.
"So that means we actually have a little time to ourselves?" (Y/n) asked, shocked. Sam replied with a nod and a "yep" as he pulled her onto his lap and kissed her softly. When the kiss ended, (Y/n) examined him. She loved his long hair that she could run her fingers through, and his coffee coloured puppy eyes, the warmth of his body and his pale pink lips that she missed when he was hunting. In fact, she loved all of him.
"So what should we do?", Sam said, grabbing the remote and turning the TV off.
(Y/n) wraps her arms around him and presses her lips against him with force, making him gently lie down on his back, his feet still on the ground off the bed. (Y/n), with her legs twisted the wrong way from sitting on his lap and then kissing him as he lied down, moves her legs so she's over top of him on all fours. She pulled away from the kiss and pulled off her shirt.
Sam watched her and then said "(Y/n), Dean could walk in at any minute..."
"Let him", (Y/n) answered and then kissed him. During the rough kiss she tugged at his shirt in an attempt to get it off but they were too wrapped up in the kiss. Sam laughed a bit and pushed himself up into a sitting position, breaking the kiss. He pulled his shirt off and (Y/n) put her hand on his well built chest.
It had been so long since they had kissed like that. Dean and Cas were always getting in the way. Especially Cas. He had no idea what was going on.
They went back into a kiss and (Y/n) stuck her tongue out to Sam's lips asking for permission to let her in, and he parted his lips slightly. Her tongue explored his mouth, as did his.
(Y/n) whimpered slightly wanting more. Her fingers twisted in Sam's long hair. He reached down to her jeans and started undoing them slowly as he enjoyed the touch of her fingers in his hair. When he got them undone, he pushed her down onto her back and lay on top of her, pulling her jeans off. He put his hands on her stomach and kissed down her collar bone to her shoulder then to her neck. He gently sucked on her neck leaving small love bites. Each time he made a new one, he kissed it once. His right hand still rubbing up and down her sides he moved his kisses to her cleavage, and his left hand grazed her breast.
She shivered in delight wrapping her legs around his torso as he moved closer to her crotch. He kissed the top of her hipbones, while pulling her underwear off and his worn-out jeans, then placed his hands firmly on her upper thighs. He breathed heavily. The feel of his hot breath on her crotch made (Y/n) arch her back slightly. Sam held her legs down, putting his face so close he could feel the moistness she was giving off. Teasing her, he licks across her clit slowly. He feels the goosebumps rise on her thighs, and cleans her out.
"... S-Sam...", she stutters.
Sam lifts his head up and pulls his boxers off then crawled up her, cupping her breasts in his hands, kisses her then pulls away and grabs a condom. He rips the package open with his teeth, then slides the condom on his hard on. "You ready", he asks, making sure.
She nods and his puts his tip at her opening. She shakes her head no, and he looks into her eyes, "It's okay";. She closes her eyes and relaxes. Slowly, he slides in, her wetness making it a bit easier.
(Y/n) takes deep breaths in and out and moaning as he gets in deeper. It was painful. She screamed just barely, a couple times. Until he hit a spot that made her shiver and sigh "Sam..."
Sam starts thrusting into her, rolling his hips into hers as she rolled in sync with him.She screamed his name over and over. His hipbones hurt on her but she didn't care, because she was in such pleasure she didn't realize it unless she was thinking. He continued to thrust as her back arched higher every time.
"Sam I... I think I'm going to...", she said in a loud panicky voice.
Sam put his hand on her cheek, ";Shh, let it". (Y/n) released, sweating horribly, and at the same time so did Sam, also sweating.
He pulled himself out, and panting, he collapsed beside her on the bed breathing heavily. She turned onto her side and wrapped and arm around him tightly, and pulled the blanket over top of them. She kissed his cheek.
"I love you, Sammy".

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(Y/n) sat on the end of the bed in yet another motel, flipping through the TV channels. She got tired of driving around everywhere with the Winchester brothers and having to deal with cocky, annoying Dean in the Impala, but never being allowed to hunt with them. The only reason she stayed was for Sam. Little Sammy Winchester.... Well.... Younger Sammy Winchester. The 6"4 friendly giant. The motel room door squeaked as it was being opened and (Y/n) looked over from the TV. A blood covered Sam walked in. "Hey", he waved once, then shut the door. (Y/n) sighed and walked to the bathroom to wet a cloth with some warm water. When she came back in the main room, Sam had stolen her spot and tossed his tan coloured jacket between the two beds.
"Please tell me that's vampire blood" (Y/n) said as she started cleaning the crimson stains off of Sam.
"Yes, it is", he leaned in and kissed her cheek, she smiled. After she finished she went back to rinse off the cloth.
"So where's Dean?" (Y/n) asked from the bathroom.
"He's uh..." he sighs and says, "Celebrating, the death of a vampire. He went to a bar", Sam exclaimed then pulled his hair back off his face as (Y/n) walked over and sat beside him.
"So that means we actually have a little time to ourselves?" (Y/n) asked, shocked. Sam replied with a nod and a "yep" as he pulled her onto his lap and kissed her softly. When the kiss ended, (Y/n) examined him. She loved his long hair that she could run her fingers through, and his coffee coloured puppy eyes, the warmth of his body and his pale pink lips that she missed when he was hunting. In fact, she loved all of him.
"So what should we do?", Sam said, grabbing the remote and turning the TV off.
(Y/n) wraps her arms around him and presses her lips against him with force, making him gently lie down on his back, his feet still on the ground off the bed. (Y/n), with her legs twisted the wrong way from sitting on his lap and then kissing him as he lied down, moves her legs so she's over top of him on all fours. She pulled away from the kiss and pulled off her shirt.
Sam watched her and then said "(Y/n), Dean could walk in at any minute..."
"Let him", (Y/n) answered and then kissed him. During the rough kiss she tugged at his shirt in an attempt to get it off but they were too wrapped up in the kiss. Sam laughed a bit and pushed himself up into a sitting position, breaking the kiss. He pulled his shirt off and (Y/n) put her hand on his well built chest.
It had been so long since they had kissed like that. Dean and Cas were always getting in the way. Especially Cas. He had no idea what was going on.
They went back into a kiss and (Y/n) stuck her tongue out to Sam's lips asking for permission to let her in, and he parted his lips slightly. Her tongue explored his mouth, as did his.
(Y/n) whimpered slightly wanting more. Her fingers twisted in Sam's long hair. He reached down to her jeans and started undoing them slowly as he enjoyed the touch of her fingers in his hair. When he got them undone, he pushed her down onto her back and lay on top of her, pulling her jeans off. He put his hands on her stomach and kissed down her collar bone to her shoulder then to her neck. He gently sucked on her neck leaving small love bites. Each time he made a new one, he kissed it once. His right hand still rubbing up and down her sides he moved his kisses to her cleavage, and his left hand grazed her breast.
She shivered in delight wrapping her legs around his torso as he moved closer to her crotch. He kissed the top of her hipbones, while pulling her underwear off and his worn-out jeans, then placed his hands firmly on her upper thighs. He breathed heavily. The feel of his hot breath on her crotch made (Y/n) arch her back slightly. Sam held her legs down, putting his face so close he could feel the moistness she was giving off. Teasing her, he licks across her clit slowly. He feels the goosebumps rise on her thighs, and cleans her out.
"... S-Sam...", she stutters.
Sam lifts his head up and pulls his boxers off then crawled up her, cupping her breasts in his hands, kisses her then pulls away and grabs a condom. He rips the package open with his teeth, then slides the condom on his hard on. "You ready", he asks, making sure.
She nods and his puts his tip at her opening. She shakes her head no, and he looks into her eyes, "It's okay";. She closes her eyes and relaxes. Slowly, he slides in, her wetness making it a bit easier.
(Y/n) takes deep breaths in and out and moaning as he gets in deeper. It was painful. She screamed just barely, a couple times. Until he hit a spot that made her shiver and sigh "Sam..."
Sam starts thrusting into her, rolling his hips into hers as she rolled in sync with him.She screamed his name over and over. His hipbones hurt on her but she didn't care, because she was in such pleasure she didn't realize it unless she was thinking. He continued to thrust as her back arched higher every time.
"Sam I... I think I'm going to...", she said in a loud panicky voice.
Sam put his hand on her cheek, ";Shh, let it". (Y/n) released, sweating horribly, and at the same time so did Sam, also sweating.
He pulled himself out, and panting, he collapsed beside her on the bed breathing heavily. She turned onto her side and wrapped and arm around him tightly, and pulled the blanket over top of them. She kissed his cheek.
"I love you, Sammy".