Supernatural One-Shots

Under The Table (Sam)

SMUT!!!
-In this one, your a vampire fyi (a good one tho obviously)-

I had just met Sam a few weeks ago when Dean introduced me to him. I met Dean when we were in purgatory. He helped me escape, and I've helped him and Sam hunt other monsters since then.

In purgatory, Dean would tell me all about Sam and his funny stories of when they were younger. I always pictured Sam to be good looking, but when I met him, I instantly became weak in the knees.

It's now Thanksgiving today, and the boys invited me, Cas, Charlie, and Kevin over for dinner  tonight. I heard that they usually don't celebrate holidays, but they wanted a break and to hang out with everyone for once.

I was the first one to arrive, and Sam opened up the door.

" Oh, (y/n) you're early." He said, looking at his watch and burrowing his brows.

I smile and I shrug my shoulders with a pot of scalloped potatoes I made for all of us to share in my hands, " To me, on time is late."

" Alright then, I guess." He smiled and gestured for me to walk through the door, " Dean isn't here right now, he's at a store or something trying to get ingredients so I can make brownies."

" Oooh those are my favorite dessert." I chuckle as I set the pot down on the kitchen counter of the bunker.

I lean against the counter as Sam stands awkwardly, his arms crossed over his chest as we both think of what to say now.

" Soooo..." Sam muttered, slightly kicking the air in front of him.
" How's your life going?" He finally broke the silence.

" Lonely." I shrug my shoulders again and fidget at the ring on my finger.
" I just kinda miss Warren. Ever since those evil vamp bitches killed him and turned me, my life has just kinda gone downhill."

" I'm sorry about that." Sam whispered loudly as he walked to the counter and leaned against it next to me.

" Have you done anything about it?" He asks, staring into my soul with his puppy dog eyes, and my stomach starts gaining butterflies.

" Uhm.. not really." I awkwardly clear my throat out as I feel my cheeks grow red.
" I used to just have sex with a different guy every other day, but I just can't anymore."

" Why not?" He asks me without braking eye contact with me, his eyes burning into mine with concern.

" I have feelings for someone else, and now the sex just doesn't feel the same as how it used to."

Sam started to lean forward and closer to me slowly, " I got feelings for someone too. "

" Oh yea? " I raise my eyebrows as grows shaken and nervous as Sam bends over so his face is closer to mine, " Who? "

" I think you know." His face is inches away from mine, and his eyes changed from puppy dog to lustful.

" I really don't tho-" Sam interrupted my awkward babbling by finally smashing his lips onto mine.

My eyes quickly fell shut and my hands tangled in Sam's hair as our tongues explored each other's. His hands fell to my waist and gripped tightly, making me let out an involuntary moan.

Sam smiled in the kiss as he walked forward and gently slammed me into the fridge. His hands slowly moved from my ass to my thighs as he tried to bring them up, wanting me to jump.

I jumped and quickly wrapped my legs around his waist and I could feel his bulge rubbing against my clothed pussy. He started to grind into me, and we both let out whimpers.