Most of the imagines I post are ones I've had for months in my drafts. When I have time, I open one and pick up where I left off. Just to let you all know. (: Enjoy!

You sat with your feet dangling off Sam's bed, watching as he cleaned up the left over blood from the bodies that layed lifeless on his bedroom floor previously.

"Hey, why don't you get into the shower? I'll clean up the rest. And when I'm done, I'll join you." You patted his shoulder, hearing a loud sigh roar from Sam's chest.

"Thank you, (Y/N)." You planted a kiss on his lips and he nodded, leaving you with only a little blood and broken glass on the floor. You grabbed the rag he left on the floor and got on all fours, scrubbing away the memory and odor. This hasn't been the first time you've scrubbed someone's death off the bunker floor. You've done it multiple times, even with people who you cared so much for. You used your arm to wipe away the sweat that collected on your forehead from scrubbing so angrily. You threw the rag into the trash and walked down the bunker halls, opening the bathroom door. Steam seeped out and you moaned, taking your shirt off as you closed the door behind you. You could see Sam's silhouette from behind the curtains, which made you undress faster. You dropped the last piece of clothing that trapped your body and climbed into the shower. Sam stood under the hot water, letting it drip off of him. You wrapped your arms around his waist and kissed his back.

You could tell Sam was upset and stressed from the whole Mark of Cain thing. He always was. This wasn't new.

You continued to kiss his back, gradually moving around to the front of him to look him in the eyes and kiss his lips. He kissed you back, pushing you against the cold shower wall. His hands settled underneath you, pulling you into his arms and setting you onto his hips. Sam set you onto the shower ledge, still holding you for support. His hand traveled between your legs, letting two of his fingers slip inside your dripping core. You put your face into the crook of Sam's neck, biting softly and causing him to moan with you.

You wrapped your arms around Sam's neck, holding on as he continued to finger you.

"You're so tight." He sped up his finger's pace, letting your moans fill his ear. He added a third finger, preparing you for himself. He struggled to fit them all inside you, but with you being as wet as you were it helped. Sam grunted as your hand wrapped around his length, pumping at the speed his fingers thrusted. You both moaned in ecstasy.

"Sammy, I'm close." You huffed, feeling your climax draw near. Your breathing became deranged and erratic.

Sam removed his fingers and quickly replaced the lost with his member. You whined as he thrusted himself inside you, lifting up your leg and placing it upon his shoulder. He hit spots you didn't even know you had. And it felt amazing.

"Sam!" You yelled, clawing into his back as he held you still and fucked you against the shower wall. Steam filled the bathroom and made you sweat even more than Sam had before. The sound of the running shower drowned out the whimpers you and Sam shared. Even though Dean probably wasn't home, you both tried not to be too loud. Just in case.

Your back gently hit the shower wall every time Sam thrusted, making you moan on synch with his rhythm. One of his hands sat on the shower wall, and the other traveled to between your legs. His fingers rubbed swift circles around your bundle of nerves, pushing you closer to climax with each thrust and touch he made on your body. He thrusted and rubbed faster, grunting as he came close too.

"Come for me, (Y/N)." His voice was needy and desperate. "Please, fuck." His head hung back, and he went faster if even possible.

You held onto him tighter and you felt your orgasm blow over you like a riptide. Sam couldn't last a second more with your body gripping onto his. You both climaxed and sat in the same position to catch your breaths. Once the panting stopped, he let you down from the edge counter in the shower and helped you wash your body. You smiled as he washed your hair and left kisses all over your bare, wet body. You were so happy to have him in your life.

You stepped out of the shower, grabbing the towel Sam handed you. You gave him a quick peck and walked out of the bathroom with him. You sat on his bed and he handed you a pair of his boxers and a large T-shirt.
You got dressed and joined Sam in bed, letting him hold you.

"Sam?"

"Hmm?"

"It's gonna be okay." Everything got very silent, but you heard him sniffle. And it broke your heart.

"I love you, (Y/N)." Sam kissed your cheek, holding you tighter.

"I love you, Sam."

So, I'm writing this late because I've had this imagine already halfway done, but couldn't finish it as soon as I would have liked. When I heard Jared was upset and overwhelmed I teared up. He's too good for that. We all are. And I'm astounded that he feels that way after all the lives he's changed and saved. Jared's been nothing but good to every single one of us. He deserves happiness and peace. I love him so much and it pains me seeing him like that. But whatever happened I hope he overcomes it, because I, and lots of others wouldn't be here without that amazing, kindhearted man. #Alwayskeepfighting
I love you Jared, and I love all of you :*

Anyway, Thanks for reading, babes. I hope to have a male POV imagine up soon. Stay tuned!

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