Wet Dog (Sam fun)

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here's a bonus gif that makes me want to cry happy tears!!

"Sammy! You good? All clear here," you call to your boyfriend from the foyer of a random house that a werewolf pack had been hiding out in

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"Sammy! You good? All clear here," you call to your boyfriend from the foyer of a random house that a werewolf pack had been hiding out in. Well, you two had thought they were hiding out there. But you had combed over the entire house and found nothing to show any life at all, in fact, most of the place was covered in dust. Sam was checking the yard and small patch of surrounding woods, which you now descended into.

"Nothing. But I could've sworn this was the right address," Sam emerges from the trees into the more open backyard to meet you, strolling to him as you tuck your gun away. He does the same, looking around in frustration and shaking his head.

"We'll find them, Sammy. We got the tip from the druggie-slash-drunk at the bar, right? It's not crazy to think she messed up a little," you reassure him. He shrugs, still uncertain, but moves towards the front of the house so you two could take off. It had been a long day already, and you weren't going to say no if he just wanted to head back to the motel where Dean was crashing after several days without sleep still. The grey clouds looming in the sky made it feel even later than it was, too.

"Did you... feel that?" Sam stops abruptly and holds out an arm to stop you when you two aren't even halfway around the house. He seems an odd mix of cautious and intrigued, and you instantly go on high alert. Glancing around, everything seemed pretty normal, but Sam had definitely sensed something you hadn't.

"What? Feel what? What's wrong, Sam?" you push down his arm and use your grip to swivel him to face you, but he just looks up. You follow his gaze above, and get hit smack on the nose with something wet.

"Nothing wrong. Something right, (y/n). It's raining," Sam utters with joy in his voice, but there's water dripping into your nose and you're feeling less of the appeal. He notices you rubbing at your nose and blowing breaths out loudly, and he laughs.

"Enjoying the weather, are we?" Sam mocks, slyly slipping his hands around to the small of your back so he can pull you into him. You finally make one last sniffle and place your hands on his chest, which is still shaking from the little chuckles he's letting out at your struggle.

"Well, you certainly are, huh, mister? What's this new fascination with rain?" You poke back at him, and nearly on cue with your words, the drops really begin to hit as you say rain. You duck your head, not looking forward to the doubtless possibility that you'll inhale another raindrop. Sam laughs some more, clearly embracing the chance of becoming drenched with you.

"Aw, c'mon, it's peaceful, isn't it?" He tousles your hair, which you very quickly bring your hands up to protect.

"Hey, hey, hey there! You know how long that took," you scold your boyfriend who only smirks back at you.

"I do know how long. But it's going to take a lot less time for me to mess it up as soon as we get back to a bed, babe," a shiver runs up your spine at his words, and you know his hands can feel it. It's like Sam has this switch he flips, and boom, it's cute and unsure to sexy and commanding in less than a second. It drives you wild, rendering you completely in your own world where it's just the two of you, every time without fail. He leans into your ear, urged on by your response.

"That is, if I can wait that long," his hands change from a soft hold to a tight grasp on your back and shoulders as he speaks and you can't hold back the shuddering groan that comes out of your mouth. You bury your head in his shoulder and let his fingers wander, listening to his victorious chuckling all the while. Warm, thick, slow rain continues to splatter down on you both, and Sam's body gets miraculously closer to yours every second. When this boy wants to get up to no good, there's no stopping him - not that you could say anything at all with the way he takes your breath away.

You pull your face out of his shirt, desperate to look into Sam's eyes. His fingers continue, doing nothing more than grazing over what skin is revealed to contrast with the aggression he would use to feel your shoulder blade through your leather jacket. Looking up at him, you see the mischief and triumph in his expression, all too aware of how helpless you are, your now soaking clothes only making his job easier. Not that he needs the advantage. Right now, you're a puddle of emotion and desire underneath his hands. But as soon as you break eye contact the dynamic changes, because you spot something you had almost forgotten to notice before.

You spot his wet hair.

Now, you've seen your boyfriend with wet hair before. You'd had some wild showers together that had put your dreams to shame. But every time, every goddamned time, it did you in. The sight of him with water sliding down his cheekbones was hot enough already, but fuck, the hair. It was always soft to begin with, but the way it would glide over your fingers, the way it would stick to his forehead and slap around his ears... you could feel your skin heating up beneath your wet tshirt and you hadn't even gotten your hands in it yet. Nothing could top Sam with wet hair, even if the storm was starting to make both of you smell like wet dogs. Nothing.

It didn't take him long to notice what you were suddenly staring at, and he amped up touching your spine in some attempt to keep himself in control. But it was futile. You let your hands move from his chest, up his neck, up his jaw, up, up, up until finally they were deep across his scalp.

A sharp sigh escaped Sam at the feel of your nails and fingertips massaging through his hair, but your breath came out of you slow and long as you savored every second. It was your turn to move your lips to his ear, and you pushed your hands so his locks would fall and brush against your lips as you whispered.

"What was it you were saying about not wanting to wait?"


so maybe I have a thing for guys with long hair and okay maybe that thing includes guys with long and wet hair. sue me, it's hot
also terribly sorry I haven't been writing. I'd had shit tons of homework and after that I lost my phone and I'm currently working on a 4s to get this to you guys but blah blah blah nobody cares. hope you enjoyed!

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