Supernatural (Sam Winchester x Female!Reader)

An Asexual Tries To Write Smut

(I originally planned for this to be put at the end of one of the episodes. But I couldn't decide which episode seem like a good fit for it, so I change the beginning a bit and just made it it's own chapter. I wanted to try and push myself and write something out of my comfort zone so here we are. I've never written anything this spicy before so I hope you guys like it.

Also if this kind of thing isn't your cup of tea either, don't worry. I try to be vague with some of the details, mostly with uh... certain body parts cause I got too nervous. Anyway have fun, I'm gonna go scream into my pillow now.)

3rd Person P.O.V
A car pulls up into a motel parking lot, stopping by the exterior stairs. (Name) and Sam climb out of the vehicle, grabbing their bags and heading upstairs to the rented room. (Name's) eyes were cast towards the ground, her hand gripping the strap of her bags tight. Lately she's been thinking about things she normally doesn't.

With the clock ticking by, her one year alive is getting closer and closer to it's end. Despite how nervous it makes her, she wants to have sex with Sam. But she doesn't exactly have the luxury to wait till she's fully ready.

Dean was away with Bobby trying to pick up a lead on Bela, so it was just her and Sam tonight. Seems like the only good time to have the old razzle-dazzle before the Hellhounds come to drag her down to hell.

Sam unlock the motel door and enter the room, flipping the light switch on. (Name) follows him inside, shutting the door and locking it. When she heard the lock click, she pause taking in a deep breath. It was now or never.

She turn around to look over at Sam, who drop his bags to the floor, sitting on the edge of the bed to untie his shoes. (Name) bite down on her lip as she walked further into the room, stopping next to the bathroom, where she set one of her bags down, keeping the other on her shoulder. "H-hey S-s-Sam?" She stammered.

Sam lifted his head to look at her, removing one of his shoes. "Yeah?" He said, going to untie the other. (Name) goes quite, trying to find the right words but her brain was drawing a complete blank. Sam looked up at her again, removing his other shoe. "Are you alright?" He asked, becoming a little worry of her silence.

(Name) open her mouth to speak only to quickly close it, pressing her lips together tight. She looks at the floor, starting to lose her nerve. "Hey." Sam said softly, standing up and walking over to her and gently places his hands on her elbows. "What's wrong? You look pale." He said, worried.

"I'm... I'm trying to ask you something... but I don't know how." (Name) replied, keeping her eyes on the ground. "Ask me what?" Sam asked, looking down at her with concern.

"Oh boy. This should be so easy, but every time I'm around you I feel like my heads about to explode! I can't think straight. I mean you're so smart and tall and handsome and I'm just... odd! I know I say some really dumb stuff sometime and I don't know how you could ever like someone like me. And yet you do and somehow we're really a couple. I still don't know how that even happen. Sometimes I think it's a dream and one day I'm gonna wake up to the reality that it wasn't actually real. Like it was just some made up story on the internet. And that I...."

Sam cups both of (Name's) cheeks and lifts her head so their eyes could meet. "(Name). Take a breath." He told her, stopping her rambling. (Name) stared into Sam's eyes, doing as he says and taking a breath to calm herself down. "Is that what's got you so upset?" He asked, feeling sad she could have such self-doubt about herself.

"...Not really no." (Name) said, pausing to let out a heavy sigh, becoming frustrated with herself. "Look we both know I'm bad at this, so I'm just gonna come out and say it." She said, pausing once again to take in another breath before releasing. "I want to spend the night... with you... in bed... wrestling."