Sam Winchester cries his way through sex

“We got any beers left?” He mumbles at the door of the fridge.

“Maybe you should open it and check.” You laugh as you sat yourself onto your bed to watch Sam fumble with the fridge handle. “Are you drunk?” Sam abruptly stands up straight and folds his arms, turning toward you.

“Noooo. Why would you think that?” He purses his lips and averts your eyes.

“I don’t know, maybe just because you seem really… trashed?” You say standing up and folding your arms right back at him, stifling your laugh. His eyes meet yours and he squints, then bursts into a laughing fit and unfolds his arms. You let yourself chuckle, still standing with your arms crossed.

“Okay, yeah. Hell yeah.” He says walking up to you. “Y’know, I gotta tell you something, Y/N.”
“Alright, tell me.” You say as Sam keeps walking toward you. He stops when his toes are just about to touch yours.

“You’re amazing, and I just… I love you.” He says putting his hands on your shoulders, with a drunk look on his face. Your face softens and you don’t understand if he’s saying this in the way you want him to mean it.

“Yeah, and I love you too, Sam.” You say in a casual, but chipper tone, returning the ‘I love you’ like normal.

“No, like I-… Y/N, I really… really love you. You’re the one person I’ve felt totally connected to in my whole life. You get me, and you make me feel … safe. And nothing makes me happier than spending time with you. Which is why I walked home from the bar, so Dean could hook up with some chick and I could spend my time with you.” Sam slurred through this little confession, but he meant every word. You could see it in his eyes, and in that goofy smile he gave you afterwards. You couldn’t help yourself, you put your hands on either side of his face and you kissed him. He was shocked, but soon after your lips collided you could feel a smile on his lips and his hands found their way up your back. Your arms folded behind his neck and you pushed yourself up on your tippy toes, and then you heard the door open. 

Dean…

“Am I interrupting something here?” Dean says popping in with a girl on his arm. You and Sam pulled away from each other immediately.

“Yes… yes you are. Go away.” Sam says in a serious tone, but still with a slight smile on his face.

“Okay, okay… just be careful you two.” Dean says with a smirk and a wink before backing out of the motel room. You and Sam laugh and turn back to each other, and your cheeks begin to burn as Sam gives you that same smile he did right before you kissed him.

“Where were we?” Sam questioned before kissing you again.

Finally…