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Sam Winchester: Drunk in Love

Prompt #1- "I'm getting more wine." "No I need wine, you need to put your pants back on." "But life is so freeing without them." "Pants.On.Now."

WARNINGS: Graphic Language and Brief Graphic Nudity

Word Count: 975

Damn, she really knows how to party. Y/N danced on top of the countertop like she was at a rave. Her body moved with the electric pulses and deep synth rhythms of the music. Her body was moving with each bounce and bump in the rhythm. Considering she had about a measly two bottles of wine, she wasn't as drunk as she should've been.

After witnessing the death of Sam and having just got him back, and then seeing her deceased boyfriend Dean lying on the floor. She couldn't take the pain anymore, so she drank most of her days away while Sam looked on. But fortunately for her Sam was on a solo hunt and would be back tomorrow morning, or so she thought. Y/N's body was overheating from the constant vigorous movement. She stripped off her oversized tee and her sweats discarding them across the room. She took the cold harsh neck of the bottle and put the tip of it to her lips. The sweet yet bitter taste cascaded over her tongue and down her throat.

She put the bottle down on the counter with a CLINK and headed over to the speaker turning it up even louder to where she could feel the Techno beat in her heart. She bopped, twisted, and turned with her groove not having a care in the world. Except about getting Dean back alive and if it took replacing her life with his she would do it in a heartbeat. Y/N has contemplated doing a deal, but with Sam always up her ass, she wasn't able to do shit. Whenever she would try keyword try to go on a hunt, Sam would be there to hunt cockblock her very hard. She understood that Sam just wanted the best for her, but it got seriously frustrating. If Sam just let her hunt she would be out killing those asshats she wouldn't be in here drinking herself away. Her life was a constant minefield of memories of Dean. His smell. His taste. His tongue. His voice in her mind. She had one good relationship for once in her goddamn life and now he's gone. She felt the tears leaking out of her eyes but still, she kept dancing.

That's what she always did anyway, kept on moving even though she was unhappy. She was always there for the boys, which meant she never was there for herself. But that's how she always was and that's never going to change. Like a bull, she was strong-willed and stubborn as all hell. That's why she always insisted that she was ok and she never needed anyone. That was until about 3 years ago when she and Dean finally started dating. Heres how their epic love tragedy started. Y/N got the call no 21-year-old wants.

"Hi is this Ms. Miller?"

"Yes, this is she."

"Well you've been summoned for the wake of Aiden Miller is being held on-"

Her phone dropped hearing her father's name and wake in the same sentence. Sliding to the floor of the shittest run-down motel crying violently. Just laying there holding herself sobs filled her chest, hiccuping her lungs were trying to get air from lack thereof. Feeling the powerful footsteps of workboots she was scooped up into powerful arms.

"He's- he's- he's dead!" She wailed into his arms. He glided his hand down her hair stroking rhythmically.

"Hey, I got you I got you," Dean said. See him and Y/N went on a hunt together and the only reason why is because Y/N's father said that she was closest to the vamp nest, not knowing that he had onset dementia and forgot about telling her so he went to the nest and got himself killed. So her original plan was to take Dean with her to help with the hunt. She knew in her heart that he was a good guy and fell for that part of him. Knowing it was bad enough she was falling for him with his constant one night stands and always drinking himself into a coma. Yet she fell and she fell hard for him.

When Dean finished up in the bathroom he heard her crying and ran out to her and scooped her up onto the bed. Sitting with her, he cradled her in his arms not caring that she looked frumpy and that she had snot all over her face. Dean never cared about what she looked like, or how she always gave him the worst headaches when hunting and how big of a pain in the ass she fucking was, he loved her. He grabbed a tissue from the side table and wiped the snot off her face and then grabbed another one and wiped her tears. He grabbed her face and kissed her forehead and hugged her even closer than humanly possible.

"I promise I will never leave you."

"I believe you, Dean. I always will." With that, they fell asleep together cradling each other and enjoying the other's company. After he made the deal with Y/N, Dean made Sam promise that he would look after Y/N when he went to Hell. He kept his promise. That's why he never let her hunt because he knew she would work herself to death. Yet here he is letting her drink herself away. Sam pulled into the driveway and heard the blaring music before Baby's engine stopped. He opened the door to see her almost naked with a bottle of wine in her hand and by the looks of her he knew it wasn't the first. He sighed bracing himself for an incredibly drunk Y/N.

"Y/N what are you doing." He paused the music because God knows that she wouldn't stop drinking if it kept going.

"I'm getting more wine."

"No I need wine, you need to put your pants." He stated bluntly and tried not to stare at her matching lacy underwear seat. She pouted,

"But life is freeing without them." She firmly planted herself where she was standing crossing her arms and too much of Sam's misfortune pushing her boobs together and making it harder to keep his gaze controlled.

"Pants.On.Now." She huffed bending over to grab her clothes knowing fully what she was doing to him.

"Maybe you can help Sammy." Seductively leaving it at that knowing damn well he was right behind her.

AHHHHHHHH FIRST ONE DONE. I'm ecstatic and I hope you guys liked it!