Off the Page
Summary: After a few months on the road with Sam and Dean Winchester you just want a quiet night in.
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 2,250 ish
Warnings: Language, smut (but not exactly)
A/N: It’s my first reader insert. Be gentle. The italics are internal thoughts, or, where indicated, text being read aloud. Thank you for the writing challenge and beta work @mrs-squirrel-chester
Peace and quiet.
For the first time in nearly two months I woke up in my own bed, and I was blissfully alone. I wasn’t being pushed out of a lumpy motel bed by Dean or stuck listening to either boy fart, grunt, groan, or whimper in his sleep. There was no threat of Dean, my best friend and surrogate older brother, pulling me close in the morning and pressing his erection to my back. That incident two weeks ago had been awkward for everyone, particularly when I elbowed Dean in the solar plexus when he palmed my breast and started thrusting his hips into my ass while he slept.
Sam had been particularly upset by it, completely out of character for the normally laid back hunter; he even volunteered to share his bed with me. I briefly considered it too, but ultimately decided against taking him up on the offer. Sleeping with Sam was too intimate, certainly more intimate than sharing a bed with Dean.
The younger Winchester had occupied a special place in my affections since the day we had met several years before. Everything about the broad, muscular man inspired less than sisterly feelings in me; and Sam had been a frequent star in many of my fantasies.
I glanced at the clock on the nightstand, and saw that it was well after eight in the evening. If I didn’t get up now, it would be impossible for me to sleep later. I sat up, stretched, and turned on my bedside lamp. There was a sheet of paper next to the lamp with Dean’s familiar scrawl on it.
Sammy and I went into town. You were out cold, kiddo. Come join us. Wear something fun. Grab Sam’s attention. Maybe that little white sundress…
Seriously, get your ass out of
bed, get dressed, and come out!
I bounded out of bed, a high pitched squeal crossing my lips. The boys were gone and I had the entire bunker to myself for at least five hours. There was no way Sam and Dean would be back before one in the morning. Pulling on the most comfy yoga pants I could find, as well as an oversized sweatshirt over my threadbare sleep tank top, I got to work gathering everything I would need for the evening. My favorite patchwork quilt and pillows? Check. Trashy novels and iPod? Check.
Once everything was assembled, I made a beeline for the oversized plush chair I had made Sam and Dean carry in a few months ago. It was tucked under the winding staircase in the war room. I had put up twinkle lights and a few other decorations in an attempt to carve out a space of my own. As soon as everything was deposited in the chair, I set off toward the kitchen.
Reaching back to the darkest depths of the pantry, I retrieved a box of popcorn, a bag of Reese’s Pieces, a box of Cracker Jacks, and the largest mixing bowl I could find. I threw the bag of popcorn into the microwave, and while it popped loudly, I emptied the Reese’s Pieces and Cracker Jacks into the large bowl. After the popcorn had cooled, I added it to the bowl, and mixed everything thoroughly. On my way out I grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge, and headed back to my spot.