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Sweet Dreams Sammy - Sam-x-female!reader.

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                                       Sammy by Laurenthebumblebee

You came back late from a hunt with Dean. You were hunting vampires and it was a tough mission. You had to get to their nest and deal with them. Mostly yourself as Dean was distracting them. Sam was supposed to be with you. You missed him while he wasn't around. Dean and Sam were like the brothers you never had... well Dean was. Sam was more than that. It was almost impossible for you and Sam to have some time to yourself as there was always something you had to do.

You weren't a professional hunter like Sam and Dean. You were more amateur. That's what you thought anyway. Sam always said you were great which made you feel better in yourself. Sam was supposed to be doing some research on another case they were working on. The boys were so busy. You were surprised they fitted any time for them self at all.

You noticed how Sam and Dean had sort of shifts. It was Sams turn to have a break. Dean could have a break the next day, if all went well.

Dean had dropped you off at the bunker which they were staying. You were too tired to ask where Dean was going but the reason you were staying, was because you had some trouble with your parents at home so you decided to stay with the brothers for a little bit. Of course he gave you a key which you clutched tightly in your grip as your rucksack jingled over your back.

You finally got to the bunker front door, opening it lightly with the key, pushing it harder than anticipated. You quickly closed the door and sighed as you were what you called home. It was quite dark, the only light being the lamp with was switched on in the bedroom. The door was ajar open so the light was shining in.

"Sam?" You asked, you scurried to the bedroom when you paused like a statue at the doorway. You slowly lowered your rucksack over your shoulder and then placed it gently on the floor not taking your eyes off what you could see.

It was still dark considering the lamp filled half the room with light beside the bed side table. Sam was lay in bed. He was obviously asleep. Snoring soundly. He wasn't being majorly loud when he snored, and from seeing the lamp on, it seemed to you that he couldn't have been asleep long.

There was a single bed opposite the other side of the bed side table. You wondered whether or not you should squeeze next to Sam or just sleep in the double bed. You had no idea if Dean was coming back for the night or he had other plans.

You couldn't exactly stand and watch Sam sleep all night, that was, no matter how adorable he was when he slept. You went back to your bag quietly and slowly unzipped it. You had decided to nap in the single bed. Dean for sure would wake you up if he would come back later on. You grabbed your long shirt which was grey from your bag and started to get changed. You were with Sam and soon, Dean too, so it didn't really matter that you were just wearing a long shirt and no bottoms for bed. You thought it was fair as Sam and Dean, prefably Dean, would casually walk round in just his boxers and a tight grey t-shirt, sometimes when you had been round other bunkers when on a hunt with them. It was practically the same.

You replaced your pajama shirt with your dirty clothes into your bag, turned off the lamp and got into bed quickly. You wrapped yourself comfortably around the duvet. You sighed, closing your eyes.

It was quiet. The only noise which could be heard was Sams sighing as he slept. It was relaxing you thought. But it wasn't long before you were distracted.

You heard Sam shuffle around in his bed, the bed frame rocking which vibrated against the wall. You were surprised he didn't wake himself up but then your breath paused, eye lids shut still, "_______" Sam moaned very clearly.

Your eyes snapped open and your lips parted. You were surprised. You stayed still hoping he'd stop. You were embarrassingly turned on by him calling your name.

That was followed by a grunt. You saw his silhouette shift and turn in his sleep. He was really enjoying himself. You couldn't help but smirk.

"Oh ______, you're so tight" He continued. You saw how Sam had turned onto his front, his one arm bent just aside from his head as his hand clutched the edge of his pillow. His expression focused. His eyebrows were like they were fusing together, frowning but then his mouth was parted in a pleasurable expression.

His bicep tensed, his blue shirt lifted up as his arm was tugging it up. You could see his snail trail, abs and toned skin. You knew there was something wrong about this. You didn't want to enjoy it but you did. Sam Winchester was having a dream.... about you. There was no mistaking it.

You felt yourself have a clenching feeling in your lower stomach, you squirmed in the duvet trying not to make so much noise. There was two things you could do in this situation. Try to distract yourself from it, go to sleep or you could do something about it.

You decided you couldn't take any more. You sat up eagerly, your legs soon at the side of the single bed in a ready to stand position, and you stood up. You sighed silently as Sam continued to make joyful sounds in his sleep. As you climbed onto the double bed, he was sprawled across, the bed rocked again.

Sams lower body jolted at the movements making him sound needy and destressed. "Oh fuck..." You heard escape his lips. His tone was higher than you were used to.

You were starting to feel a little anxious. You felt bad but it wasn't like he didn't want it, whatever you were going to do it had to be expected for him to be a little resistant when he wakes up. You tried to contain how you felt, a bubble of sounds building in your throat feeling a bit more aroused than you first thought.

As Sam squirmed in his sleep, you trailed your hands down his shirt to where it had lifted. You massaged his abs with your fingers in circular motions. He was starting to be more aware of his real surroundings, his head hesitating in his sleep to the left and right.

Your hand had a mind of its own, reaching the hem of his boxers. Calvin Klein, that cheeky devil. You seemed less worried now that you had gotten this far. Dean hopefully wouldn't walk in at this moment but that was the least of what you were thinking about.

You teased his little hairs as his boxers lifted at your touch. His bulge had gotten so hard, pulsing in those boxers which seemed two times smaller than before.

Finally your hand found him. Taking slow movements against his size. It took a few moments but Sam was certainly coming around. He was certainly getting all hot and bothered, he was sweating. His hair stretched out against the pillow with the roots darkened from his sweat. He groaned once more.

"Hmm... wha- what?" His eyes slowly opened before blurrily seeing you above him, plumping his big friend. A blush grew deep against his cheeks.

You give him a cheeky wink, you hear him take a silent scoff, his eyes squinted with enjoyance. He soon come to terms with what you were doing, laying his head against his pillow again, gritting his teeth. "Oh....", his strands of hair brushed back falling on the pillow.

He obviously didn't expect this. Who would? You seemed so innocent before.

"You shouldn't be so loud Sammy" You muttered flirtatiously, starting to feel him a little faster and harder. You felt your hand become wet from the surrounding liquids coming from his shaft. You giggled victoriously letting out a little moan which had been tensing in your throat since you heard him.

He sighed pleasurable, his jaw clenching, his arm was back to his side clutching the duvet this time. You continued to plump him, faster and faster until you felt the friction get too much as well as your hand starting to ache, Sam had one last cry of your name.

Sam panted as you let him go, you turned around, leaning over to the one side of the bed, looking out of the bedroom door where you saw lights flash at the window, you heard a car pull up. You groan in annoyance. That might be Dean.

Sam and You clean up.  You feel awkward and you knew you should go to sneak back into your bed but then a hand pulls at your arm tightly. You turn back to Sam, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Sleep in here... with me.... there's only two beds" Sam pouted, his puppy eyes activated which could make you drown in them. You smiled shyly, it was like nothing had happened five minutes ago but you weren't complaining. You were sure you'd have more to come.

You had heard rumors about Sam Winchester in bed. That would be something to look forward to as he had no idea what you were capable of.

You made sure the single bed was ready for Dean, pushing your rucksack under the double bed but in arms reach before climbing into bed and snuggling up to Sam. You wrapped your arms around his torso, under his shirt feeling him tense at your touch. Your legs incidentally interlocking with his. He steadied his breathing, all eyes closed as you hear the front door slam.

"Hey Sammy... I'm home!" You hear Dean call. You smirk wondering all the reactions you could think of when Dean sees you in bed with his baby brother Sam.
 
You nibble at Sams ear lobe quickly and whisper in his ear, "Sweet dreams Sammy", before leaning back into his shoulder, him letting out an audible exhale as Dean walked... more like stomped into the bedroom. The atmosphere silenced. You could even hear his eye brow raising as his gaze was upon you and Sam.

You could have sworn you heard him mutter, "Lucky son of a bitch"

-Laurenthebumblebee.
You come back into the Bunker after a hunt with Dean, seeing Sam in a deep sleep. It soon turns into something else as you find yourself making Sams dreams come true. Maybe Sam and You will have more fun in the future, next time... without Dean to occupy the third wheel. ;) Dean version: Sweet Dreams Winchester - Dean-x-female!reader.
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AuraLady's avatar
my my my my my for shame! lol I wonder who Reader would have climbed in with if both of them were there sleeping and having the dirty dreams...