The Fight Worth Remembering
Summary: After confronting Sam about your feelings towards him and getting basically shot down, you plan to leave the bunker. Sam doesn’t like you walking away from him and things take a dirty turn ;)
Pairing: Sam x Reader
Word Count: 2230
Warnings: Language and sexual content that may not be suitable for all viewers, read at your own risk.
“You’re so fucking confusing, Sam! One minute you act like you might actually be interested in me in more than friendly manner, and then the next minute you are hooking up with some fucking waitress that you’ve known for a whole 10 minutes?! I’m sick of it, 100% over your bullshit. I am tired of waiting around for you to make up your fucking mind!” You shouted, continuing to angrily throw your things into a duffle bag. You just needed a couple days away from him and the bunker, some space to clear your head and push aside whatever feelings you had for the tall man that currently stood in your door frame.
“Interested in you?! You’re 9 years younger than me!! I don’t know what signals you’re picking up, but you are clearly confused, because honey, you’re too young for me. Where do you think you are going!? Don’t even try to walk away from me when I am talking to you!” He slammed his fist against the wall, making you squeak out in surprise.
“I am going to the bathroom to get my toiletries. I cannot stand here for another minute and listen to your bullshit lies. Even Dean is a better liar than you. But feel free to continue and try to convince yourself that you haven’t been subtly trying to make a move on me, EVEN YOUR BROTHER HAS POINTED IT OUT! And age has never been a problem for you before, so don’t try to pull that bullshit on me. Do me a favour, and stay out of my way. I am tired of your bullshit. I am leaving for a few days, maybe longer, I can’t handle this any longer, it’s complete bullshit, I just need to get away and clear my mind before I do something reckless.” You spat, squeezing yourself and your toiletries out of the bathroom towards your half-packed bag that currently sat on a chair in the centre of the room.
“What do you mean you’re leaving? Where will you even go!? You cut off any friends you used to have in your life before hunting, with no intention of reconnecting with them. I don’t know what kind of ideas Dean has planted in your head, but I can assure you that I have no romantic or sexual feelings towards you, Y/N, so you can just get that ridiculous idea out of your head.”
Your hands were balled into fists and your whole body was shaking with rage. You could feel tears brewing in the corners of your eyes, and you mentally scolded yourself for allowing his words to hurt you. A loud *SMACK* echoed throughout your tiny room and it took a couple seconds for you to realize that you had actually slapped Sam, a red hand print stained his cheek. His eyes were wide with shock as he stared at you, now completely silent.
“Fuck you, Sam Winchester. I fucking hate you right now.” You whispered as you hoisted your bag onto your shoulder and pushed your way out of the room that now felt 20 times smaller. You practically sprinted down the hall, mentally cursing yourself for the tears that poured down your cheeks. You wished that Dean had been there to give you a ride, but he was stuck on a hunt with Mary and wouldn’t be home for a few days. You knew that you couldn’t just stand there and wait for someone to come get you, it was only a matter of time before Sam came after you with some rich excuse for his poor behaviour, and you honestly didn’t want to wait around for him to scrape one together.
Your boots pounded noisily on the stairs as you rushed to get to the bunker door, wanting nothing more than to leave and never look back. You knew that wouldn’t be the case though, because Dean would never let you just disappear without reason, and would more than likely drag you back kicking and screaming to make up with his baby brother. You never pictured yourself in this situation when you came into the boys’ lives. Now, at the age of 21, you had fallen for some guy 9 years your senior and managed to get your heart smashed by that same guy in a matter of minutes from admitting your feelings for him.
“Wait! Y/N, please wait. I can’t just have you storming out of here without so much as an answer, or a million answers based on the questions spinning around my head at the moment. Please, just come back to the bunker and let’s talk this out, like real adults. Please?” Sam grabbed your wrist gently to stop you in your tracks, and you sighed, knowing that he was right. You two needed to talk, no matter how much you really did not want to.
You reluctantly agreed, setting your bag at your feet and crossing your arms over your chest as you waited for him to say something that would inevitably smash your already broken heart. Sam didn’t say anything, he just kind of gaped at you, as if he hadn’t expected you to give in that easily.
“Out with it, Sam. I’m not going to wait around all day.”
“I just, I am still trying to wrap my head around this whole ordeal. What has Dean said to you that has got you so wound up?” He ran his hand through his hair and down the back of his neck.
“Honestly, Sam? He hasn’t said a whole lot, but the little he has said has confirmed what I assumed I was seeing. Your kisses on my cheek when you get home from a hunt I wasn’t allowed on, or the ones you give before you leave, last a few seconds longer than they probably should. You’re always finding an excuse to touch me, even though it is all completely innocent. If I have a nightmare, you lay with me until I have calmed down, or fallen back asleep. I find you staring at me when you think I am not paying attention. Dean says that you check me out as I leave the room. It’s the little things that I have picked up on, but now you tell me that I am basically delusional, and that you have no feelings for me outside of our fleeting friendship. I don’t know what you want me to say, that I am sorry for reading too far into things? That I have feelings for you that I don’t have for any other man that is currently or has ever been in my life? I think I might be in love with you, Sam, and that scares the absolute shit out of me, because I know what that means for a person in our line of work and it’s not sunshine and rainbows.” You were completely out of breath from your short rambling session, but you felt a bit better to have gotten it off of your chest.
“I… wow, okay, I wasn’t expecting that. I don’t even know what to say to that.” Sam shook his head, looking down at the floor.
You were shaking and decided to take a bold step. If you wanted an honest answer you had a good idea on how to get one from him. You grabbed is face between your hands and pulled it down to your level, not even hesitating to assess his reaction and pressed your lips to his. You could feel his whole body tense up at your action so you began to pull away, feeling even more rejected than you had already felt. Sam was faster, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his lips harder to yours. You squealed in surprise, that surprise quickly turned into glee and lust as both of you smiled into the kiss.
“Y/N, it’s hard to pretend not to have feelings for you when you do that. Fuck, I was trying to be careful so I wouldn’t break your heart, I know I’m not the greatest for you, and you can probably do way better than me… but now I don’t think I can let you go, fuck, I don’t want to let you go.” He panted, resting his forehead against yours. Your head was spinning and your heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to explode.
“Don’t let me go then, don’t let me leave. Show me that you want me to stay here, Sammy. Prove your words.” This bolder side of you was new, but you wanted nothing more than for him to fuck you against the door of the bunker, and then in every single room in the fucking place.
He nodded, picking you up and kissing you feverishly again, your legs wrapped around his waist and your dripping core pressed firmly against his throbbing cock. You tugged at his hair, grinding into him when he slammed your back against the door.
“God damn, baby, keep doing that. Fuck, even with all of our clothes I can feel how soaked you are, you really want this don’t you? I can’t believe I kept this from happening, this should’ve happened a long ass time ago.”
Your mouth was biting and sucking at his neck as his hands roamed your ass, breasts, and hair. Sam set you down on the floor and you immediately dropped to your knees, hands grabbing greedily at his jeans as you shoved them down his legs. You gulped as you realized the only thing keeping you from having his cock in your mouth was the thin layer of his boxer briefs. You looked up at him while slowly sliding them down and off his legs, continuing to look him in the eyes as you teasingly licked up his length, your hands clasped behind your back, waiting for his command.
“Fuck, you look so sexy down there waiting for me like a good girl. I’ve fantasized about your lips stretched over my cock for so long, so give me what I want.” He hissed as you greedily took him as far into your mouth as you could. He wasn’t massive or anything, just a few inches above average.
He tangled his hands in your hair while he fucked your mouth. You couldn’t help yourself as you slid one of your hands into the front of your pants, dying to get some sort of friction against your throbbing core. Sam groaned even louder at the sight of you playing with yourself as he fucked your mouth. Pulling out, he lifted you back onto your feet and hastily removed the remaining articles of clothing from both of you, taking a brief moment to examine your body. He was in awe of how beautiful you were, you weren’t super skinny or tan, but none of that mattered to him, he still thought you were the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.
He stroked himself as he admired your body and you whimpered, pressing your legs together. He chuckled at your desperation and after what felt like an eternity he lifted you back up and slid you down onto his cock, having no trouble sliding into you with how wet you had gotten. Arching your back into him, you dug your fingers into his shoulders as he rammed you into the door.
“You feel so good stretched out around my cock, baby. You are so wet for me, you’re a naughty little girl.” His fingers were digging into your ass and his teeth grazed over the skin he could reach.
“Only for you, sir. Fuck, right there, oh fuck.” You could feel him hitting your g-spot and your legs were quivering.
“Not yet, princess. You don’t get to come that easily, you got to hold it babe. If you come before I tell you that you can, you’re going to be in for a punishment. Good girl, just keep holding it. Almost there baby girl, just a little bit more… Now.” He growled, his words sending you spiraling into a whole new level of pleasure. He didn’t stop there though, his hips continued to snap against yours, animalistic grunts and other noises leaving his throat.
A minute or so later, you had managed to have another orgasm and he finally came, pinning you against the door as he panted, sweat dripping off his forehead onto your shoulder. He peppered kisses along your shoulder and neck, until he had calmed down enough to lift you off of him and slide down the door onto the floor. He pulled you onto his lap and cradled you against his chest.
“Well that definitely took a drastic turn.” You laughed, nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck.
“I mean, it was bound to happen eventually. You know we still have to talk about this though. Just because we just had sex doesn’t mean the air is cleared, but for now let’s just assume things are good.” Sam kissed your forehead and you nodded, already having known that you would have to talk about the outburst that happened just an hour prior to the sexfest.
“I know, but first there are a few tables, beds, and showers that need to be broken in.” You winked, standing up and leading him down the stairs for another couple rounds of mind-blowing sex.