winchester brothers imagines

s.w//other brother

You wake up in the middle of the night beyond thirsty. You turn to see if Dean is still sleeping and he is, snoring lightly. You kiss is forehead and creep down the stairs as quietly as possible. You walk into the kitchen and reach up to pull a glass from the cabinet.

"Need some help with that?" A voice says behind you.

You whip around, ready to swing when Sam flicks the kitchen light on.

"What the fuck Sammy!" You whisper.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you." He says.

"Well, you did!" You giggle, your heart starting to slow down.

You have been living with the Winchesters for a couple of months now. You met Dean in a bar during one of their hunts and you ended up together. You know what they do but you have never joined them on one of your hunts, as Dean forbids it. They're both extremely good looking, you just happened to fall for Dean but that doesn't mean his little brother Sammy is any less attractive. Built six foot four frame, long dark brown hair, strong sculpted jawline like Dean's but is cleanly shaven, unlike his older brother. It gives him a more baby-faced look that you like. But your most favorite part of him is his eyes. An icy blue-grey color that makes your breath hitch in your throat when he looks at you.

"Um, earth to Y/N?" Sam chuckles waving his hands in front of your face. 

"Oh sorry." You say, embarrassed. 

He stands in the doorway of the kitchen watching you make your glass of water. You can feel his eyes on you, roaming your body. You're wearing one of Dean's button ups but only your underwear beneath it as your pajamas. The bottom of the shirt falls high on your upper thigh, the bottom of your ass exposed from underneath it. You glance over your shoulder and see Sam watching you, his eyes wandering over you. Goosebumps rise all over your body. Sam must sense your heart fluttering and your irregular breathing.

"Something wrong Y/N?" He asks as he walks slowly toward you. 

"Uh--no. Nothing. I'm--I'm fine." You say.

He keeps closing the distance between both of you.

"You know," He says, stopping in front of you, leaving only inches of space between your bodies, "Ever since Dean brought you home that night, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. It actually pains me to see you two together. To hear you at night, moaning his name. To see his hands all of your body. The marks he leaves behind. I see the way to react when you see me. You get nervous. Your heart starts to race, your breathing picks up. I know you feel the same about me as you do with Dean. It's obvious. So why not give in. Let it happen. You know you want me." He says, whispering the last words in your ear.

A shiver runs down your spine. You want nothing more than for him to kiss you.

"S--Sam I can't. I love D-Dean." You breathe.

"But you love me too. Dare I say that...you love me more?" He whispers again.

You're shocked at his behavior. For the time you've known him, he has seemed like the quiet one with the brains and doesn't pine after girls like Dean does. The one who cares about his brother and would do anything for him. But this Sam is completely different. And you like it. You grab Sam's shirt and pull him into your lips. He wraps his arm around your waist, picking you up and setting you on the counter in front of him. He runs his large, rough hands up under your shirt and cups your boobs. His touch feels different than Dean's. Less feverish. More relaxed and laid back. You run your hands through his soft hair and tangle your fingers in it. He moves his lips to your neck, biting and sucking on the skin there. You moan and Sam claps his hand over your mouth.