This is unbeta’ed set after 12.02
Smut, fluff, mentions of Toni’s interrogation method, fingering, sex.
Sam x Reader
Word Count 2383
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I was in the room I had converted into a reading room when the power suddenly went out. Grabbing my gun from the side table I headed to the far corner of the ‘war’ room, the designated meeting place for something like this. As I rounded the last corner I saw a flicker of light, I stopped and peered around the corner trying to see if it was a flashlight in the hands on an enemy or one of the Winchester’s. Deciding to chance it I raised my gun and crept into the room,
My jaw dropped as I took in the meal placed around a number of candles with a bottle of wine to the side. Sam was standing there his hands in his pockets as he shrugged his shoulders while blushing as he looked at you.
“Sam, what is this?” I asked as I tucked the gun in to my holster on my mid back.
“Dinner Ma’dam” He said in a teasing tone before reaching for one of my hands.
“I know with Mom coming back and me being tortured and all that we haven’t really had any alone time, So I thought this might be nice,” He said shyly as if he thought I wouldn’t like it.
“Sam, This is amazing,” I told him going up on tip toes as I used his shoulders to pull him down to me so I could give him a light peck. That was when I noticed his blush darken.
“Hey, Sammy I swear I like this,” I told him feeling the nervous energy still radiating off him.
“And I sorta like you too you know,” I added as I wrapped my arm around his waist.
“Only Sorta, well that’s it gotta take this all back to the kitchen know,” He joked as he faked pulling away from me.
“No you don’t” I told him as I hugged him
“It’s just, well with Toni in my head,” Sam muttered
“Oh no you don’t’” I muttered as I stepped away but directed him to sit down. I stood between his legs and looked down at him.
“Samuel Winchester are you feeling guilty because of that?” I asked sternly as I ran my hands along his shoulders.
“A little,” He muttered looking down,