Stop Apologising

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader
Rating: 18+
Tags: crack, smut, magic is dangerous kiddos, only one bed, oral sex (m rec) 
Word Count: 1.3k
Created for: @fandomficgalore’s 1,000 follower challenge! Prompts – Sam Winchester, Only One Bed, Oral Sex | @spnkinkbingo – MenofLetters!Sam

“I’m so sorry,” Sam apologises again. Sam was apologising so much you were almost offended. Was he really that mortified about having to share a bed with you? 

“Sam, seriously, if you don’t stop apologising, I’m going to punch you,” you snap. 

“So–” Sam stops mid apology, not sure whether apologising for apologising would count as apologising again. You give him an approving nod, and he smiles sheepishly back at you. “I’ll sleep on the floor anyways, it’s fine,” Sam offers, dropping his bag by the foot of the bed. 

“What? No, that’s stupid Sam,” you argue. “It’s not like it’s a twin, it’s a king size bed, we can share.” 

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or–”

“You won’t,” you interrupt, shaking your head. Yeah, it would definitely not be a hardship to have to share a bed with Sam. Not that he knows how you feel about him. He thinks you’re friends, probably thinks of you as a little sister even – of course he would be mortified to share a bed with you. 

“Um, if you’re sure, I guess,” Sam rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. 

“Yes, gigantor, I’m sure,” you laugh, and Sam snorts under his breath at the nickname. 

“You’ve been hanging out with Dean too much,” Sam accuses jokingly. 

“Well, if you didn’t leave me stranded with him so much to go practice your witchy stuff,” you glare playfully.  

“Based on tonight I still need a lot more practice,” Sam scoffs at himself, and you smile kindly back. 

“Hey, it’s not so bad,” you plop yourself on the edge of the bed next to Sam and give him a comforting pat on the shoulder. “So you made all the furniture start moaning, so what. Rowena said she’ll have it sorted out by tomorrow.” 

“Still embarrassing,” Sam grumbles. 

You roll your eyes and give him a shove. “Come on, it was kind of funny,” you giggle. 

“The whole bunker sounded like it was having an orgy,” Sam points out, and you burst out laughing. 

It had been hilarious once you’d realised what was going on. Sure at first you were shocked when your chair started groaning underneath you and your desk started breathing and whimpering heavily but once you knew it was Sam and not some scary demon thing, it was pretty damn funny. He’d been trying to bring a dead piece of wood back to life – turn it back into a tree that could grow again – and in doing so he inadvertently brought every piece of wood in the bunker to life. And what do live things want to do? Reproduce. 

The whole situation was ridiculous, but harmless. You and Sam had decided it was best to abandon the bunker for the evening while Rowena went around killing all the furniture again. Apparently, it could get messy. That’s how you’d wound up at the nearest motel, managing to snag the last room. Except the last room they had only had one king size bed, rather than two queens. 

“I’m still sorry,” Sam says, laughing now too. You punch him in the shoulder. “Ow! What was that for?” 

“I told you I’d punch you the next time you apologised. I keep my promises Winchester,” you grin. 

“Yeah, guess so,” Sam rubbed his arm, smiling at you. He kept smiling, just a little too long, before he cleared his throat. “I’m gonna get ready for bed.” 

“Good plan,” you agree. It was already close to midnight.

Sometime later, in the middle of the night, you wake to shuffling and groaning behind you. Squinting blearily, you turn over towards Sam. His back is towards you and he’s curled in on himself, looking much smaller than he normally does. His shoulders seem to be shaking,  like he’s breathing hard after running a long way. You hear another small, pained whine and think maybe he’s having a nightmare. Occupational hazard of being a hunter really. 

“Sam,” you whisper, trying not to startle him. There’s no response. “Sam,” you try again, a little louder, and a shudder runs through him. 

“Huh?” Sam grunts and twists towards you, blinking sleepily. 

“Were you having a nightmare?” you grimace sympathetically. 

“What?” Sam clearly isn’t very alert yet. 

“You were kind of groaning or whining or something,” you inform him. The same muffled sound reaches your ears again. “Yeah, like that.” 

“I didn’t make that noise,” Sam is very alert now, sitting up and looking around cautiously. You hear another whimper and look around but you swear the noise is coming from Sam. It sounds like it’s right next to you. 

“Oh my god,” Sam’s face drops into abject horror, so exaggerated that it would have been comical if he wasn’t scaring you.

“Sam, what is it? Are you alright?” 

“Yeah, um, fuck–” another whimper “–fine, it’s nothing, it’s–” a high pitched groan joins one from Sam this time as his hands drop to his lap and fist into the bedsheets. 

“What the hell, Sam?” You scramble across the bed towards him and tear off the blanket,  worried that he’s hurt somehow. 

“No, Y/N!” Sam grabs at the sheets but you’re faster. The muffled whimpering and groaning gets clearer as the source of the sound becomes suddenly visible. 

Well, fuck. 

Sam is erect, almost menacingly so, and he’s twitching inside his briefs. The noises you’d been hearing were clearly coming from his crotch, and your eyes bugged out, glancing up to Sam in terrified confusion.  

“I am so sorry,” Sam scrambles to cover himself up but you keep a firm grip on the blankets. 

“What the fuck is happening?” 

“I think it’s the spell,” he grumbles, shifting uncomfortably on the bed. “I was in the blast radius, and it brought everything wooden in the bunker to life. At the time I was fine but as soon as I had um,” Sam is growing a brighter shade of red every second, “as soon as there was wood for the spell to affect – it did.” Sam’s dick gave an affirmative whine. 

“Does–” Y/N has no idea what to say or what to ask, she’s so taken aback by the situation. “Does it hurt?” she cringes, that’s so lame. 

“Well no, it just feels like, y’know,” Sam cuts off. 

“Right,” Y/N flushes. She can’t seem to tear her eyes away from Sam’s groin. She’d never seen Sam in his underwear, let alone hard, and god she was having conflicting feelings about being turned on right now. “So how do we fix this?” 

“This is so weird, I’m so sorry Y/N,” Sam cringes as his dick moans wantonly. 

“Stop apologising, and let me help you,” crawls even closer to Sam and puts a hand to his cheek, turning his face to look at hers. “Let me help, yeah?” 

Sam looks back at her, wide-eyed and incredulous, but nods hesitantly all the same. His skin is burning under Y/N’s fingers as she slowly drags them down his body. Sam hisses when they tease over the front of his briefs, and his dick jumps behind the fabric, echoing his noise. 

Intrigued, Y/N pulls out his cock and begins to stroke. The flesh is warm, solid and heavy in her grasp. As she runs her fingers over the tip, collecting the bead of pearly liquid that had pooled there, something flutters and she hears a sigh that  definitely came from the cock rather than Sam. 

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m sor–”

“Sam Winchester, if you don’t stop apologising I have ways of shutting you up,” Y/N threatens, glaring up at him, and Sam swallows sheepishly. “And speaking of shutting up,” Y/N continues, “I think I might know how to make this quiet down.” She gives Sam a small squeeze on her next upstroke and leans down to take him in her mouth. 

Sam’s groans are perfectly clear but between that and Y/N’s humming as she bobs enthusiastically up and down on Sam’s cock, the magical talking wood isn’t audible any longer.