imagine: sam catches you starring at him as he works out
it was around 9am. you took a shower, got dressed and headed to the kitchen. dean was seated at the table with a cup of coffee in hand and his laptop in front of him.
"morning", you say, pouring yourself a cup of coffee.
"morning y/n", dean greets. sam wasn't at the table and he was usually the first one there.
"where's sam? he's usually the first one down here", you question, taking a sip of coffee.
"i think he's in his room. he was awake when i woke up", dean shrugs.
you nod and set your now empty cup in the sink before heading to his room to see if he was okay.
you get there and the door was open halfway. you peeped your head in and saw him working out. his chest was bare and the only piece of clothing he had on was a pair of black sweatpants. your fingers were itching to trace the lines that defined his abs.
he was really something else. you didn't realise you were staring until he got off the bar he was doing pull-ups on, small smirk playing on his lips as he walked to the door. he leaned against the doorframe and you gulp.
"h-hi.. i just- you weren't at the table so i c-came to ask if you were okay..", you stutter and mentally slap yourself for being so shy.
"yea i'm okay", he says. you swore that stupid smirk would be the death of you.
"well o-okay then i'm just.. i'll just go", you laugh nervously, pointing to the other direction before walking away but you couldn't get any further than two steps because he stops you.
"i saw you staring at me", he chuckles and you turn around to face him.
"i wasn't-" he cuts you off.
"it's alright if you were, were all guilty..", his eyes trail over you, looking you up and down, full of lust.
you anxiously wrap your arms around yourself and stepped closer to him, face inches away from his.
"i wasn't staring at you", you state.
he looks from your eyes to your lips, licking his bottom lip. you couldn't hold it together anymore, connecting your lips. he immediately kissed you back and your arms snake around his neck, his hands gripped your waist.
since you had to stretch a bit due to his height, your shirt lifted up a little therefore allowing his hands to touch the bare skin underneath your shirt. you felt a tingle of electricity rush through you from the contact.
when you pull away for air, he pulls you into his room, closing the door behind him. he backs you up against the wall and you connected your lips once again.
"jump", he says through the kiss and you do as you're told.
he lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his waist, his hands gripping the back of your thighs while yours held his face. he carries you to his bed and puts you down, leaving trails of kisses down your neck. you moan as he finds your weak spot. things were about to get more heated when dean knocks on the door, ruining the moment.
"son of a bitch..", sam sighs frustratedly.
you bit your lip, holding back a laugh.
"gear up, we have a case-", dean cuts himself off when sam opens the door, noticing you in the room too.
"were you...?" dean questions.
sam closes his eyes and lets out a frustrated sigh and you just hoped your face wasn't completely red.
"i'll go get ready..", you say, trying to break the awkwardness that, now that you're thinking about, definitely cannot be broken.
you leave the brothers alone and walk to your room.
"you have the best timing, don't you?", you hear sam say sarcastically, annoyance lacing his voice.
you giggle.
"sorry man but hey, good job", dean replied and you were very sure that he was smiling by the tone of his voice.
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- zoe <3
