Supernatural One shots

Fussy Pants (sam)

The hunt went pretty well, other than the fact that you got a small scratch on your chest. It wasn't too deep, but deep enough it had to be stitched. It was on your right collarbone. You looked down at it as you walked into the motel room with Sam and Dean behind you. You knew Sam wasn't too happy about you getting a cut. Every time you glanced as him, you could see how he was holding in his anger.

You moved into the bathroom and grabbed a needle and dental floss. You stitched it up and looked out as Sam was looking at you. When you made eye contact, he dropped he eyes. You rolled your eyes and finished you stitch.

"Sam, if you need to tell me something, go for it," you said as you walked out and saw him looking up at you. You looked over at Dean and saw him stand up.

"I'm not getting into this," he said as he grabbed a beer and walked outside.

Once the door shut, Sam stood up and walked over and grabbed a beer for himself.

"Go ahead, Sam. Tell me what your thinking."

"What the hell were you thinking? You could of been killed! I mean look at your chest! I'm supposed to be the one protecting you."

"Protecting me? Sam I can take care of myself! Besides its a flesh wound! You have plenty."

"Doesn't mean you have to have them too! I don't wanna go through the thought of losing you. I can't think about that, y/n!"

"Sam, I'm fine!"

"No, I can't have your blood on my hands! I can't see you die because I love you. I can't lose you," Sam said as he placed his hands on your cheeks. You smiled up at him as he looked down at your eyes. "What?"

"That was the first time you ever told me you loved me."

"That's because I do," Sam said as he smiled and pressed his lips on yours.

When your lips parted from his, you whispered. "I love you too."

Sam wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a hug. You rested your head on his chest and sighed.

"Can we just stay like this," you whispered into his chest, earning a small laugh from Sam.

You pulled away and walked over to the door. You opened it, seeing Dean sitting on the floor with his back against the wall. "You can come in now, Dean."

Dean nodded and stood up. "About time," he said as he passed me and laid on his bed. Within moments he was asleep, and Sam was laying with his arms around you on your bed.