Summary: Sam x Reader: Imagine being a demon restrained in the men of letters bunker and just constantly flirting with Sam Winchester.
Word Count: 1121
Trigger: Hints at smut, though it ends before the smut
Y/N = Your name
You could hear footsteps coming your way, echoing down the corridor, and you hoped it was the youngest of the legendary Winchester brothers. Big bro was hot, sure, but honestly? The younger man was much more your type. Manly, but with a bit of that irresistible puppy dog vibe that made your blood boil.
Hell, if you had to stay locked up in their little dungeon you wanted to have fun. And what better entertainment was there than making the cute Sam Winchester blush so hard you’d think he was going to faint with that much blood going to his head at once.
Dean Winchester never gave you the reactions you wanted. No matter how much the man hated your kind he threw every innuendo and flirty word right back at you. Making it a battle of dirty minds instead of flirting. It was tiring really, trying to make the big bad hunter choke on his words. But sweet little Sammy?
Fuck, how you loved pushing his buttons and see him stammer and hurry to escape whenever you upped the flirting just a little bit. Whenever you saw that hint of a red blush start travelling up his neck from your words you wanted to run your tongue across it. To see if you could make the colour darken by a few shades and mark the path you’d drawn.
Something about the hunter’s perceived innocence, though you knew he wasn’t completely oblivious when it came to handling women, just brought out the demon in you. Which wasn’t that hard really, you were all demon. All dirty thoughts and wicked deeds, and as such you were also basically the natural enemy of hunters. That didn’t mean you couldn’t be attracted to one though. Playing with fire was kind of your thing. Always had been since…. Hell, yeah… Probably since you first stepped foot into the land down under, and you definitely didn’t mean Australia.
And Sam Winchester sweet little Sammy, seemed to like playing with fire too. Though he tried to stay hard and unfeeling, though his blushes made him look and act like a little school boy, you knew he wanted you too. You’d seen the hungry looks he threw your way when he thought you weren’t looking. If he really hated it he’d probably just have stayed away. Yet, lately you barely seen big bro at all. Whenever someone came down to play your little game it was always the younger brother. So, of course you knew it would be him even before he stepped into the room.