Awkward Part 2 (SamxReader)

It was around seven in the morning now. You were laying in bed still half asleep thinking about what had happened. It was miracle you were even able to get to sleep last night.  Suddenly a large hand was placed over your mouth preventing your yelp of surprise from being heard. You looked up with wide eyes to see Dean hovering above you. With a sigh of relief you pushed him away. "Oh my god, Dean. You're so freaking weird," you breathed, sitting up on your bed.

"Yeah, but you know you like it," he said with a playful wink.

You scoffed. "Yeah, sure. Whatever," you said sarcastically and rolled your eyes. You glanced down at Dean's leg that had been injured the night before. He was standing just fine, so you assumed that all he needed was the rest he got in the Impala to let it heal.

Dean sat beside you and glanced over at Sam still sleeping on the bed next to yours. "So what happened last night?" he asked with a brow raised.

"Oh, uh, nothing really," you answered, pushing your hair behind your ear and darting your eyes to the floor as you remembered the awkward moments that had occurred only a few hours ago.

"Bullshit," Dean scoffed, smiling softly. "I can see you blushing." He leaned forward looking at your face only get redder after he pointed it out.

"Shut up!" you laughed, hitting him on the arm playfully.

"Hey!" Dean barked in his deep voice still smiling. He chuckled and looked over at Sam again. With a contented sigh he turned back towards you. "So you gonna tell me what really happened or what?"

You leaned back on the bed, your arms stretched out behind you to support you. "You're not gonna let up, are you?" you sighed knowing how stubborn Dean could be.

"Nope," he said with a proud smirk. He knew you were gonna give in. That's how it always worked between the two of you. That's how he found out you even liked Sam. Dean was like that annoying older brother that could make you do anything just by bothering you for just the right amount of time. Knowing the full extent of Dean's stubbornness, you sighed before telling him everything that had happened last night. He interrupted you every once in a while to let his opinion on every event be well known.

As you finished your story, you looked up to see Sam beginning to stir in his bed. Dean leaned towards you and whispered to make sure the awakening Sam couldn't hear. "You know, Sam likes you too. He told me once in the Impala while you were asleep. Kept saying how cute you were." He smirked, looking to your face for a reaction. Dean knew how these little comments got to you. After all, you were quite the awkward one, especially when it came to Sam.

"Wait, what? He's called me cute before?" you nearly shouted with surprise although still in a whisper to keep from disturbing Sam.

"Oh yeah, many times before that actually," he said nonchalantly, smiling as you began to nearly panic.

"W-wait. What? No. R-really?" you stammered with raised brows, darting your eyes between the Winchester brothers. Sam was starting to sit up, awakened further by you and Dean talking.

"Hey guys, what're you talking about?" Sam asked in a tired voice, obviously still half asleep. Now sitting up on the bed, Sam rubbed the sleep away from his eyes with a yawn.

"Uhh, w-well, um, nothing," you faltered. Damn, you were bad at this.

Dean had stood up and was walking towards the door. "We were just talking about how cute you thought ______ is," Dean said coolly.

"What!?" Sam exclaimed, completely awake after Dean's comment.

"Dean! What the hell?" you snapped, nearly jumping off the bed. Before you could do anything Dean had already walked out the door. "Dammit, Dean," you uttered under your breath.

After a minute of awkward silence, but what felt like forty years, Sam finally spoke. "Um, so...what just happened?" he asked, completely confused as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Uhhh, that is a great question," you chuckled nervously. Your eyes shifted around the room, looking everywhere except at Sam. You dangled your feet off the side of your bed, staring down at the old motel carpet. Your heart was racing as you imagined any and everything that could happen at this moment. Why did Dean have to leave you alone with Sam now? Especially after saying that!

"Well, Dean was right. I do think you're cute." He glanced down at the bed before continuing with a soft chuckle, "But you already knew that from yesterday." Sam stood and moved to sit on your bed beside you.

"Haha, yeah," you laughed unsteadily. Your hands were quivering with nervous energy and Sam noticed.

"______, are you cold?" Sam asked before embracing you. In fact, you were quite the opposite as blood rushed to your face, but you weren't about to stop Sam. Instead, you just let him hold you and sunk into his chest with a deep sigh. The both of you were silent for a long while, only hearing each other's breathing and Sam's heartbeat as your head was pressed against his chest. Sam stroked your back, making meaningless drawings with his fingers. It soothed you and you felt as though you could fall asleep in his arms. The two of you sat like this for a long while, not saying a single word.

Sam drew you in closer to himself and placed a light kiss on your hair.  You looked up into his eyes and smiled warmly. A little hesitantly Sam lifted a hand. With two fingers under your chin, he gently pulled your face up to his. Your heart was beating uncontrollably, but you wouldn't dare to stop him. Ever so cautiously, as if he were afraid you were going to run away, Sam moved his face closer to yours. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips to yours in a soft, sweet kiss. Just this once, you weren't going to be awkward.