DESIRE PART 2
(warnings - slight smut. Nothing too wild, just ‘spice’, aha.)
“He has guards outside his house. Of course he has frigging guards.” Dean grumbled, hitting the steering wheel slightly.
You had managed to track down the Qareen’s heart to the local “rich man”, a Keith Knightly. With darkness as your cover, the boys had quietly parked the Impala down the road from the house.
“So what’s the plan?” Sam asked from the passenger seat.
Dean turned in his seat to look at you.
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion before realisation hit you. “Let me guess, you want to seduce my way in again?”
“Just act like you want to kiss them or something to get close enough to knock them out.”
Sam looked at his older brother. “Dean, no. She could get seriously hurt. She’d be outnumbered if they realise what’s happening.”
You shifted in the backseat, scoffing. “Excuse me Sammy, but I’m perfectly capable of looking after myself. Must I remind you of the countless number of times I’ve saved your ass?”
Dean tried to suppress his laughter. You turned to glare at him.
“Don’t even get me started on how many times I’ve saved your tush either, Deano.” Dean quickly shut up and you sighed. “Alright, I’ll do it. I’m perfectly capable of taking on two guys at once.”
Sam made a strangled noise in his throat and Dean’s eyebrows raised. “Not like that. Get your mind out of the gutter, boys.”
You opened the back door of the Impala, closing it gently behind you so you didn’t make a sound, and making your way over to duo of guards standing watch outside.
You popped your head in the window of the Impala a few moments later. “Done. Didn’t even have to tease them or anything.” You gestured to the two men laying unconscious on the grass.
Dean chuckled. “Jesus, you are good at taking on two guys at once. Huh, Sam?” He clapped his little brother on the chest before swinging his door open. Sam rolled his eyes before following suit.
“Okay, I think the best thing to do is to split up. There’s three floors so (Y/N) take this floor. Sam, first floor. I’ll take the top one. Alright, let’s go gank this bitch.”
I watched Dean walk off to find a staircase before turning to face (Y/N). “You remember what to do if you get anxious?” I was concerned. (Y/N) suffered from anxiety and although it didn’t make her any less of a great hunter, I hated to leave her on her own in case it suddenly hit her.
(Y/N) nodded. “Don’t worry, I do.” She turned on her heel, striding off in the opposite direction.
“I always worry about you.” I whispered, watching her walk away. I sighed before beginning to search the second floor.
So far, I couldn’t find anything. No trace of this thing’s heart. I ran a hand through my hair, exasperated. This case was going to be much harder than it looks.
I stiffened when I heard footsteps behind me. My hand instinctively reaching for my gun, I readied it at where the noise was coming from. My index finger resting on the trigger, the shadow came into the light and I let out a breath.
“(Y/N)? Jesus, don’t creep up like that. I almost shot you.” I ran a hand down my face.
“I’m sorry. There was nothing downstairs so I thought I’d come up here to you.” (Y/N) replied, making her way over to me and placing her hand on my shoulder. “You’re so tense, Christ.”
“Well, you did sneak up on me. There’s nothing up on this floor either so maybe we should go help Dean.”
“Dean can wait.”
“Why, what’s wrong (Y/N)?” I turned to make sure she was okay and that her anxiety hadn’t suddenly cropped up.
(Y/N)’s piercing (Y/E/C) eyes bore into mine before she grabbed a fistful of my shirt, pulling me closer to her. Her hand made its way to my neck, dragging my head down and making my lips meet hers.
I stiffened at first before melting into it. I would being lying if I said I hadn’t wanted to do this numerous times - I just didn’t want to risk our friendship.
I ran my tongue across her bottom lip ad she allowed me access. My tongue skillfully roaming her mouth, her subtle moans spurring me on, making me lose control. Kissing (Y/N) was so much better than I had ever imagined. She was like a drug and I couldn’t get enough.
My hands left their place at her waist to grip the back of her thighs, lifting her up and placing her on a nearby table. Her hands tangled themselves in my hair, tugging every so often. My own hands roamed every inch of (Y/N)’s body.
I tried to suppress a groan when I felt one of (Y/N)’s hands cup me through the thin fabric of my jeans. I swallowed hard when that hand continued to palm me through my jeans before slipping down the waistband. My head fell into the crook of her shoulder as she continued to massage my growing erection.
“That’s it, Sammy. Just let go.”
My eyebrows furrowed, half from pleasure half from confusion. (Y/N) only ever calls me Sammy when she’s annoyed at me. In my dazed state, I tried to remember what (Y/N) had said about Qareens.
‘They’re shapeshifters who take on the form of what you desire most.’
“Stop. Stop.” I untangled myself and backed up. “You’re not (Y/N).”
’(Y/N)’ smirked. “Really? What gave me away? You seemed pretty convinced up until now.”
“ ‘Sammy’. (Y/N) only calls me Sammy when she’s angry because she knows I hate it.”
“You don’t have to stop, Sam. I may not be her but I feel real. I feel like her.” ’(Y/N)’ slipped her shirt over her head and guided my hand to one of her breasts. “See? Everything with me feels real.”
I swallowed and tried to look away. “Get out of my head. Get out of my head!” I shouted. ’(Y/N)’ disappeared in front of my eyes. I rested myself against the table as I tried to regain my breath.
Dean rounded the corner and Sam quickly marched over to him. “Where’d she go?”
“Where’d who go, man?”
“I’m right here. Why?” You were pushed against the nearby wall, Sam’s face up in yours.
“How do I know if you’re the real (Y/N)?” Sam questioned you, his grip on you tight.
“ 'Real (Y/N)’? Sam, come on. Let her go. I said, let her go. We found the heart. We ganked the son of a bitch.” Dean exclaimed.
Sam glanced at his brother before loosening his grip on you, pulling you into a hug. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N). That thing got into my head. I just had to make sure.”
You pulled out of the hug to look up at your friend. “Why would it take my form, Sam?”
Sam sheepishly avoided your eyes. Suddenly, it clicked. All the lingering stares, the overprotectiveness, the teasing, the sometimes awkward moments. He liked you too. Sam Winchester actually liked you too.
“Come here, you big dork.” You pulled him into a kiss.
“Frigging finally. Cas owes me $50.”
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(found this gif and couldn’t resist)