warnings: alcohol consumptionThere was a light knocking on the door, so light, in fact, that Sam was

warnings: alcohol consumptionThere was a light knocking on the door, so light, in fact, that Sam wasn’t entirely sure he’d even heard it. But he finally got up to answer it. Dean was passed out snoring on his bed so he clearly wasn’t getting up…Peeking through the peephole, Sam was surprised to see you standing in front of the motel door and he immediately felt a swell of concern. He pulled it open and stepped outside. “Hey. Are you okay?” he asked.You were peering up at him with a somewhat queer expression on your face. You nodded. “Mhmm,” you hummed.Sam’s eyebrow cocked up at you. “W—what’s up?”“Umm. Nothing,” you said vaguely.He laughed a little awkwardly and brushed a hand through his hair. “Uhh—seems like you had a good time at the bar with Dean…”You pulled your bottom lip in between your teeth and bit it a little anxiously. “We just played pool. And—I drank too much,” you said. Sam laughed. That had been evident pretty much since he’d opened the door. “But—I wish you’d have come with.”His heart fluttered as he looked down at you. He seemed taken aback for a moment, unsure of what to say, and he rocked on his feet a little nervously. “Yeah, I was just—not in the mood to go out I guess. But I’m here now,” he said with a smile and another slightly nervous laugh.You were just staring up at him and there seemed to be something materializing in the air right between the two of you, something electric and charged. You gulped nervously again. “Yeah. You are…” you breathed. Fuck.Sam felt suddenly warm and cleared his throat anxiously. “Uhh—are you sure everything is okay?”You suddenly thought better of this whole plan. “Mhm,” you nodded. “I just… I—wanted to say…goodnight,” you finished lamely, your liquid courage suddenly not enough to help you spill what you wanted to say or do what you really wanted to do, which was grab him by the collar and kiss him hard like you thought about doing almost constantly.“Oh,” Sam said. Wait—was that disappointment you heard in his voice? “Okay. Thanks. Uhh, goodnight, Y/N. Get some rest.”You nodded. “You too.” You turned away and headed back toward your own room, rolling your eyes at yourself and wishing more than anything that you’d just gone through with what you truly wanted to do… But hey. There was always tomorrow.Prompt: “I’m here now.” -- source link

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