Look What You Made Me Do
This was written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing SPN Hiatus writing challenge week 15. The prompt is I didn’t lose it, I just misplaced it“.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader
Sam was sure in a mood lately, that for damn sure. Usually, the younger Winchester’s blend of brains and kindness with a dash of geek thrown in to make it interesting was your preferred of the two brothers.
There was just something about Sam that did it for you. But you’d die before you’ve ever admit it. That towering frame. Those big hands. Those abs. In your most intensely sexual dreams, it was his face you saw. But you’d never tell.
Dean’s flirtatious manner and blatant appreciation of your body at every possible opportunity got tiresome after awhile, even as hot as he was. Had you thought about it? Hell yeah but while Dean was pretty to look at he was all talk and you knew it. And you gave as good as you got because you knew it wasn’t ever going anywhere.
You and Dean had been stuck on this stakeout for hours. Sam was back at the motel doing research, and you were waiting for him to call with the translation of the spell used. He was taking forever. It was so cold you couldn’t feel your feet anymore, and your hands were like ice.
“Give me the coffee.” You said absently to Dean as you rubbed your hands together trying to generate some warmth.
“It’s gone Y/N, I just finished the last of it,” Dean told you tiredly. The two of you had been sharing the thermos and he was being a total coffee hog.
“How am I supposed to stay warm then?” You ask, regretting the words the instant they were out of your mouth.
“Well I can think of a few ideas if you wanna come over here,” Dean whispers in that sexy voice of his.
And you so want to laugh, but instead, you turn to him with not a hint of a grin on your face. “What would you do if I jumped in your lap and started kissing you right now?” Damn you’re a good actress, because Dean looks like he’s gonna piss his pants. Amateur!
He immediately holds up his hands and looks as panicked as you have ever seen him. “What? Wait, Y/N… I was just kidding! Sam would KILL me if laid a finger on you!”
You turned to Dean in surprise. “What did you just say? Why would Sam think we would EVER sleep together? And more importantly, why would he care?”
“Son-of-a-bitch!” Dean curses.
You fold your arms across your chest and stare him down. “I’ve got all night, Dean.”
He sighs, knowing you’re not gonna let this go. “Sam likes you, Y/N. I mean REALLY likes you. Why do you think he’s been in such a bad mood lately?”
“No idea, why?”
“Because of all the flirting I do with you. I know it pisses him off. That’s why I do it. You honestly had no idea?” He looks at you in amazement.
Before you can reply, Sam finally calls with the spell you need, and the two of you grab your guns and head into the house to take out the witches, your conversation temporarily forgotten.
You think about your conversation with Dean through the next salt and burn, some ghouls, and finally some demons. Sam continues to be grumpy. Dean continues to flirt, but you stop flirting back, and he notices.
“Were you bullshitting me about Sam? Why doesn’t he make a move?” You ask Dean one day while working on Baby.
“He wants you. Trust me. But he’s afraid something bad will happen to you if he gets involved with you. His track record……” Dean trails off.
“None of that was his fault! Listen Dean, let’s go to the bar tonight and make Sam go with us. Afterwards, can you make yourself scarce?”
“Do I want to know what you have planned?” Dean asks cautiously.
“Um……probably not.” You respond immediately.
“Okay. Good talk.”
That night at the bar you flirt outrageously with Sam and ignore Dean. Sam’s mood improves greatly. You drink way too much but are having so much fun you don’t even notice when Dean leaves half way through with the flavor-of-the-minute.
Sam drives your car back to the bunker because you are a tipsy, giggly mess and Dean is nowhere to be found. You say your goodnights and Sam heads off to his room. You can hear him moving around so you know he’s still awake. Before you can change your mind you head off to Sam’s room. You’re burning up so you peel off your shirt and drop it on the floor, revealing Victoria’s Secret’s Finest.
You knock softly on his door and enter. You enter his room and stand in front of his bed, not saying anything at first. “Did you lose something, Y/N?” He asks softly.
“Huh?” You say stupidly.
“Your shirt, maybe?”
You pouted adorably. “I didn’t lose it, I misplaced it. I’m hot.”
“You sure as hell are,” Sam muttered with clenched teeth. “Did you want something?”
You walked over to the bed where he was stretched out reading and straddled his lap. “YOU. I want you, Winchester. And I know you think something bad will happen, but I don’t care. I love you, I don’t want Dean and I needed you to finally know it.” Sam said nothing for a long moment, just stared at you, and you started to feel foolish.
You felt Sam’s arms slide up your arm. “Your shirt is probably where my heart is, Y/N. I “misplaced” it the moment I met you. I love you too.”
You leaned in and threw your arms around his neck, pulling him close. “Now kiss me before I freeze to death, you idiot!”
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