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[84] Sam Winchester || Supernatual

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You never really noticed the certain look that came over Sam's face. It happened rather often; everyone else managed to catch a glimpse of it, but never you.

It only ever happened when he was looking at you. There was a softness in his eyes, a hint of a smile. Most of the time Dean would snicker and shove his little brother, amused by Sam's little crush on you.

Oh, how woefully ignorant you were of Sam's feelings for you.

After being picked up by the Winchester's a few years back, you'd grown attached to the brothers. Sam was always protective over you, making sure you lived some semblance of a regular life while you were with them.

Dean became like your big brother, annoying you at every possible moment. Today was just one of those days.

"Jeez squirt, are you getting shorter? You're barely up to my shoulder," Dean teased you, measuring your height with his hand as you walked by him.

Rolling your eyes, you debated tackling him to the floor. "Let's not start measuring things, Dean. I don't want to know the disappointing number in your pants."

Sam snorted from his place at the table in the library, clearly listening to your conversation. Dean chuckled, watching you walk away.

Once you disappeared out of sight, he took a seat beside his younger brother, lightly punching his shoulder. Sam grumbled, putting his book down.

"What do you want? To compare measurements??"

Dean snickered as he usually did, picking up on the defensiveness in Sam's tone. "Relax, Sammy. I'm sure Y/N would be content with whatever you've got. Speaking of Y/N, are you ever going to make a move?"

Sam tried to give an excuse, but if he was being honest, he really couldn't think of anything. He was chicken shit, simple as that. Too scared to tell you anything.

"No. Now shut up, god forbid she hears your big mouth."

Dean held up his hands in surrender, right before Y/N's voice echoed into the library.

"Pretty boy, where's my shampoo?!" The two brothers shared a glance, silently judging each other.

Dean spoke first. "Surely I'm pretty boy."

Sam narrowed his eyes, completely ignoring his book at this point. "Why would you be pretty boy? And why would you be using her shampoo? You don't even like citrus scented crap."

Dean smirked triumphantly, slapping the table. "I knew it, you use her shampoo! How cute-"

Dean was cut off by you making an appearance. Sam's attention drifted to you and your cute set of pyjamas. Black booty shorts and one of his shirts you'd stolen a few months back.

"C'mon pretty boy, cough it up. Where the fuck is my shampoo?"

The brothers looked to one another again in mild curiosity, making you snort with laughter. "Sam, you dummies. Sam is pretty boy."

Dean groaned under his breath in defeat. "That's harsh, Y/N. I thought I was your pretty boy."

Sam zoned out slightly as you started to throw banter at Dean. He adored the way you treated Dean like your best friend, but he couldn't help but be jealous of that connection.

The way you effortlessly joked with the elder Winchester made that same look appear on Sam's face. He gazed at you in pure adoration, only snapping out of it when you started to giggle.

You were staring right at him, giggling to yourself.

Oh, shit.

"Is that the infamous look, Dean?"

Dean nodded, grinning to himself. "He gets all starry eyed when he looks at you. It's kind of cute, in a sickly gross cute kind of way."

Sam huffed, opting to ignore the whole situation despite the burning in his face. Attempting to return to his book didn't work out as planned however as you wandered over, leaning down to press a kiss to his temple.

"Don't worry Sam, it is cute. It's very cute."

Somehow, you manage to make the big bad Sam Winchester blush uncontrollably with one simple action.