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watching the lightning
synopsis / sitting on baby’s hood watching the lighting w sam (based off a bot coming out soon)
꣑ৎ warnings / english is not my first language. good ol fluff. some kissing at the end. blurb. slightly suggestive but just kisses and sam teasing <3. word count is around four hundred. shit ending.
THE CRACKLE OF THE BOLT LIT UP THE SKY as sam was jotting down notes, you shifted on the hood of baby—which was a death wish if dean caught you—a harsh low-groaning coming from the impala as of in protest from the shifting.
sam’s free hand clutched yours, “y’know, i always got told by my friends that there was a superstition it was the angels tears that fell, and the lightning was god’s anger.” he let out a small huff as he shifted closer to you, “do you think the same?” his head quirked towards the left, as if a puppy stopping after hearing a whistle.
you looked up towards the sky, the slight drizzle turning into a heavier rainfall. as the thunder more violent and the lightning inching closer as the white strikes faded to purple. “i mean sam, it’s what you believe. if it’s what you believe, then good on you, but after what’s happened this year, i wouldn’t nearly be surprised if that’s what happens up there.”
“maybe.” he mumbled, his hair shifting in his face when his head tilted down to look at the notes he jotted, about some supernatural creature, not that you worried about it much when you where with him, but sam did, your hands came up to his face as you moved his hair back out of his face. his dark brown puppy dog eyes peeping away from his notepad, “what?”
“pay attention to me.” you huffed, “or atleast tell me what your writing about.” your hand that was holding his squeezed it lightly. “please, you’ve been distracted this whole night and this is the first time in ages dean is to busy sleeping in a motel.”
“fine—” he huffed, shutting the notepad. as he shifted, baby whined under the weight shifts. “want my attention, you got it.” his hand went to lock around your jaw, his other hand freeing from your grip as it wraps around the back of your head for a kiss.
his teeth pulling at your bottom lip, filled with a brief taste of desire and in the admist of it all, gentleness. a soft whine pulled from your lips, trying to get closer to him, only to be tuted away, “ah, ah—” he murmured, “not to fast sweetheart.”
you huffed in frustration, your bottom lip pulling into a pouty frown, “sam your such a damn tease.” your hands came to grip his shirt, tugging at it. “i jus’ want you.” another pouty huff pulled from your lips, “but your still a damn tease, sam winchester.”
“am i?” he whispered in your ear, the hairs on your neck poking up, “maybe i just want to treat you nice, and the only way to do that is taking it slow.”
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