Oh, Come On!
Sam woke to the blaring of the alarm and rolled over, slapping at it to turn it off. When he finally opened his eyes and adjusted to the light in the motel, that’s when he saw it. Dean and Y/N’s empty bed, completely made and never slept in. A bit of panic shot through him, thinking they had gone out and gotten captured by whatever was haunting the town, until he heard the muffled sounds of Dean’s snoring from somewhere in the room.
Sam pulled himself out of bed to find the source of the noise, making his way around the room, finally discovering it at the foot of the bed. “Oh, God.” Sam muttered to himself, taking in the scene.
You were draped over Dean’s face, topless, your back exposed entirely to Sam. Thankfully you’d managed to get back into your jeans before you passed out, even if they were unbuttoned, unzipped, and barely covering your ass. An empty bottle of Jack Daniels was clenched firmly in one of your hands and the other held a whip. How Dean wasn’t suffocating with his face buried in your cleavage, Sam wasn’t sure, and he wasn’t about to try and figure out.
Slowly and carefully, Sam moved you off of Dean’s face to allow him to breathe, draping you over his body instead. Neither of you budged, both of you far too drunk too notice. Dean was no better than Y/N. His tie tied around his head, a pair of sunglasses on the very top, a flogger in one hand, one of his shoes next to his head, and Y/N’s pink bra around his neck. “Gross.” Sam muttered, thoroughly scarred for life after seeing the toys. There were things he didn’t need to know about his brother and his best friend and this was definitely at the top of the list.
Sam left you both to shower, only coming back to make sure Dean and you were still breathing before leaving you both to work the case.
Dean woke first, smacking his lips and running his calloused hand over your bare back, making your stir. “Whiskey, neat.” You mumbled into his chest, eyes still closed.
“It’s morning.” Dean chuckled and sat up, much to your dismay. You reached up, ripping his sunglasses off his head and putting them over your own eyes. “S’ok. We don’t have to go anywhere. Sammy can handle it.” He grinned, cupping your breasts and leaning in to kiss you gently.
You wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as the door opened. “Are you guys - oh come on!” Sam yelled, turning around and slamming the door shut.