Request for: @connorsfakesmile
Pairing: SpecialAbilities!Reader x Sam
Word count: 432
Dean looked over at you and Sam. “Another round?”
“Definitely.” You grinned.
Sam and Dean had decided to take you out for your one-hundredth successful hunt. You were happy that your special abilities didn’t discourage the two brothers from hunting with you. After all, not many people want to be around someone who has the ability to read minds.
“Why not.” Sam let out a small chuckle as Dean signaled the bartender.
You heard the stool next to you scratch against the wooden floors as a man sat down. He winked at you, covering his mesmerizing blue eye for a split second.
“Hey.” You smiled, turning your attention the stranger.
“Hey.” He moved closer to you. “What are you drinking tonight?”
Sam cleared his throat. “Nothing that you give her.”
You raised an eyebrow at Sam who simply shrugged in response before turning back to the stranger. “I’m Y/N.”
“Matt.” He told you, placing his hand over yours. “Is he your boyfriend?”
“No.” You shook your head. “Just a good friend.”
“Then he wouldn’t mind if I stole you away for the night.” Matt insisted, standing up and grabbing your hand. He looked down at your black dress. “You look good in that dress Sweetheart, but you’d look even better without it.”
“Why would she take off her dress?” Sam cut in. “So you could try it on? Because I really don’t think it’s your size.”
The walls in Sam’s mind fell down and suddenly you had access to all his thoughts.
‘Y/N deserves better than him.’ You heard. ‘She should be with me. God, I love her.’
You let go of Matt’s hand and smiled. “He’s right. It really isn’t your size.”
Matt scowled, walking off to find someone new.
“Right, well, I’m going to go then.” Dean muttered, pointing awkwardly around the bar.
As soon as Dean was gone, Sam gripped your chair and pulled it next to his. “I don’t like that guy.”
“Matt was okay.” You shrugged.
Sam’s jaw tensed up as you said the stranger’s name. “He was just trying to get into your pants.”
“I’ve noticed.” You rolled your eyes.
“I’m glad you didn’t go with him.” Sam told you.
“Because you would jealous.” You laughed.
Sam pulled you in for a kiss. “Because I wouldn’t be able to do that.”
You smiled, resting your forehead on top of his. “Sam Winchester, what are you doing to me?”
Grinning, Sam pressed his lips to yours again. “Hopefully that.”
“For tonight.” You joked.
Sam grabbed your hand and pressed a kiss to it. “For Forever.”