I just, I can't help but love Wincest. It's that kinda thing where you know you shouldn't love it cause it's wrong but you can't help it. Also, I'm on my period so everyone in the house hates me cause I'm super duper cranky at them. YAY MOTHER NATURE! 🎉
I'm like emotional and shit so I just wanted to tell you guys that I love you. And your cat or dog if you have one. I even love your goldfish. Batman needs so now so I'm off to do some shit. *hops into unicorn and magically gallops away.*
Reader POV. (TWD SPOILERS)
Something shuffled from under me, causing me to stir. I was that thing where your half awake but half asleep so I just groaned and turned away from whatever had moved.
Apparently, I'd moved too much cause the next thing I knew was that I was falling. I squealed slightly, landing flat on my face with a thump. When I opened my eyes I realised that I'd rolled off the bed.
Sitting up on my butt, I rubbed my nose, which I landed on first, and looked over at the bed, now fully awake. My brother Sam was happily sprawled out, hugging the pillows contently as he slept.
"Stupid ass Moose." I grumbled grumpily.
Then it hit me, like Negan hitting Glenn. (Omg sorry had to. GLENN WHY!!!). A throbbing headache and nausea washed over me. Hangovers were great
I rushed to the bathroom, throwing up my stomach contents. "Balls, why did I drink so much?" I cursed to myself, flushing the toilet and brushing my teeth.
Then, when I thought my day couldn't get any better, my uterus decided it was time to spring clean itself. I only noticed when I looked in the bathrooms mirror and saw my butt drenched in blood. It looked like I'd been shot in the butt.
Luckily, I had some pads/tampons with me so I did all that jazz and changed my pyjama pants into some yoga pants. Comfy as hell and made my butt look good. What could be better?
With my uterus and head still deciding to torture me, I made my way to the kitchen of the motel and grabbed a jar of Nutella. Don't judge me, I need this right now.
After a few minutes of licking spoonfuls of Nutella, my sleepy brother Sam stumbled over and slumped down onto a chair next to me.
"Morning Princess." He yawned.
"Morning Sammy." I smiled.
His eyes drifted down to the Nutella jar and then to me shovelling spoonfuls into my mouth. "Why are you-?"
"I need this so shh." Was all I said. Sam furrowed his eyebrows together but understood after a while.
"You doing ok? Need anything?" He asked.
This is one thing I loved about him. He never teased me about lady week. He always made sure I was ok and asked if I needed anything.
"Nah, as long as you don't piss me off and our ice cream supply is high, then I'm all good." I promised him. Sam nodded, standing up to grab some coffee.
"You still hungover?" He chuckled.
I groaned. "Don't remind me."
"I'll make sure to kick Dean's ass when he gets up. He shouldn't of gotten you that drunk."
I scoffed. Ah yes, Dean. My brother/boyfriend. Yesterday was certainly interesting. It's not everyday you make out with your brother and enter a relationship with him. That's gonna make family reunions awkward. Wait, we don't have any family. Silly me.
"Make sure to kick who's ass?" Another voice spoke.
My attention turned to the kitchen doorway. A exhausted Dean stood there, bed head and all. I wanted to kiss him but punch him at the same time. Stupid period hormones.
"Yours dumbass." I said harshly.
"Whoa, what's up with you this morning? Get your period or something?" He chuckled.
"Just because I'm angry doesn't mean I'm on my period asswipe! Well, I kinda am but that's not the point!" I yelled, immediately regretting it because of my headache.
"Jeez, someone's bitchy this mornin." Dean huffed, rolling his eyes as he made himself some coffee.
Wow, I'm gonna kill him. Why don't guys know not to piss off a girl when she's on her period. Seriously, fucking dumbasses.
Sam saw my murderous expression. "Dean..."
"What?!" Dean growled. "Is it gang-up-on-Dean-day today or something? I just got up guys."
"Oh my Cas you're so annoying. Just stop it. I'm too hungover for this shit which I have to thank you for by the way." I scowled.
"Oh, so it's my fault you got drunk?!"
"Yes!"
"Oh please Sweetheart, I didn't force alcohol down your throat." Dean scoffed.
"I'm gonna shove my foot down your throat in a minute." I threatened, clenching my hands into balls.
"Y'know what?! Fuck you! I'm hungover too and I'm not being a bitch about it."
"BITCH?!" I yelled, fuming.
"Oh shit." Sam whispered.
"Yeah, bitch." Dean nodded.
"I swear the fuck to Chuck, Cas, Lucifer, whoever! If you don't get the fuck out, I'm gonna send you straight back to purgatory myself!" I screamed, a hair string away from throwing punches.
"I was just fucking leaving!" Dean snarled, grabbing his leather jacket and car keys, before storming out and slamming the door. A silence filled the room.
"Y-you ok Princess?" Sam's gentle voice said.
All the anger I felt soon changed to tears. Not angry tears but sad ones. I literally felt like shit. Dean hates me, my vaginas tryna kill me, there's no Nutella left, Glenn died! Everything is horrible.
I ran into Sam's chest, clinging onto his shirt as I sobbed. "Sammy."
He wrapped his arms around me, kissing the top of my head. "It's ok Princess, I'm here." He comforted, rubbing my back.
We stayed like this for a while. No talking, just holding each other. It made my heart beat speed up. I was in his arms. The man I loved was holding me.
"A-am I a b-bitch, Sammy?" I sniffed, cuddling up to him more.
"What? No sis, you're not. I promise. Dean's just...Dean. We can't help that." He chuckled, making me smile.
I pulled back and looked up at my elder brother. "Thank you Sam. I love you."
Sam blushed but smiled. "I love you more Princess. Now, how about me and you watch some really cheesy movies on Netflix and pig out huh? Would that make you feel better?"
My mood instantly got better. "Hellz yeah it would! You're the best." I giggled, hugging him tightly before running off to grab his laptop.
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"No! Don't go in there!" I yelled. "What is she doing?! Sam she's gonna die!"
"Princess, it's just a movie." He chuckled.
"Oh my god, it's...its...agh!" I squealed, clutching onto my brother, burying my face into his firm chest as the ghost in the movie appeared randomly. Stupid jump-scares.
Me and Sam where on the motel bed, snuggled up to one another, watching a horror movie on his laptop. It made me forget about the whole Dean ordeal. It just felt like I was on a date with a guy to be honest.
Sam chuckled down at me, putting an arm around me protectively. "You've faced vampires, witches, demons and werewolves but you can't handle a frickin movie?"
"Sam this shits terrifying." I protest, squealing again as another jump scare came.
"Aww you're so cute." He smirked, hugging me tighter.
"I bet you could deal with this in like 5 minutes though." I giggled, looking at him.
"Yeah? You think so?" He grinned.
"I know so big brother. You're like the best hunter ever." I smiled.
Sam's grin only became wider. "Thanks Princess."
I stared into his puppy dog eyes, getting lost in their colour. Sam only did the same with me. I didn't even notice him bring a hand up as he tucked some hair behind my ear softly.
My gaze then flickered down to his lips. They looked so damn kissable. I just wanted to-
A pair of lips pressed against mine.
My eyes widened in shock when I realised it was Sam. I gasped in surprise but soon began kissing back. His lips felt and tasted amazing. I moaned involuntary, sliding my hand up his chest and to his cheek which I caressed.
Sam, still kissing me, moved the laptop off of his lap and onto the nightstand. Seeing this, I moved to straddle his lap. Sam smirked into the kiss, moving his giant hands to my waist while mine rested on both sides of his neck.
Everything was just heavenly. Sam's hands moved under my shirt, touching the skin of my waist, making it tingle. I pulled our lips apart with a smile, looking down at my brother contently. He returned a grin too.
"Well, that was..." He started off, chuckling.
"Amazing." I said, pecking his lips.
"Guess it's a good time to tell you that I love you huh?" He smirked.
"I love you too Sammy." I giggled.
"Best...day...ever." He laughed, peppering my face with kisses.
I laughed too. "Sammy stop."
"No way." He smiled, pulling me into another gentle kiss.
The sound of a scream from the laptop broke us apart. "Oh my god, she totally went into the room I told her not to go in!" I exclaimed, grabbing the laptop.
"Hey, I was kinda enjoying that." Sam whined.
"Sucks to be you." I shrugged, cuddling back up to him, watching the movie again.
Sam chuckled. "You're so lucky I love you sis."
"Yeah yeah, I love you more. Now shh, and watch the movie Moose." I giggled.
Sam rolled his eyes playfully but did as he was told, pulling me against him more. He was extremely happy.
Sam didn't watch the movie, but instead watched you. He smiled as your eyelids began to slowly droop shut. A few moments later, your soft breathing told Sam that you were finally asleep.
"You're so beautiful Y/N. Never forget that." He whispered into your ear.
"Mhm, Sammy." You groaned, sleep talking.
Sam chuckled, kissing your forehead. "I love you so much."
With one arm still wrapped around you, he decided to do some research to pass the time. With his free arm, he scrolled through the internet, looking for any strange deaths or disappearances.
He was reading through one he found when the motel door burst open and in stumbled his older brother...