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We were all skeptical of the string of stories that Dean found in the past month. At first, Dean was amused at the news story, “Woman dies of orgasm lasting more than 3 hours”. He read out the story to Sam and me one morning after breakfast in the bunker. It mentioned that the woman called 911 after a 2 hour-long orgasm with the operators hanging up on her thinking it was a prank but when they found the body, they found the vibrator still in place and set on high. We all thought it was one of that one-off filler stories that were too weird to be true. Of course, for hunters we should’ve known better that anything was possible. Especially when there were, at least, two others from the same town found dead with sex toys, we knew we had to check it out.
You were actually looking forward to going out of town for another case, not just to save people, but for your own selfish reasons - to share a bed with Sam. Since you’ve been hunting with the Winchesters for the past couple months you shared a motel room, making the valid excuse that you spent all your time in their room anyway doing research and figuring out the next steps on how to handle the case. It made no sense to pay for an extra room just for a few hours since you didn’t get much sleep when you went out for cases anyway.
The brothers agreed and after a round of rock-paper-scissors, you began to share a bed with the younger Winchester. As it turned out, you were a back sleeper and Sam was a side sleeper. You discovered this the first morning after your new arrangement, blushing as you found his long limbs entangled with your own. It was a little awkward for you, but thankfully Sam thought that your perma-blushed cheeks were just part of how you looked when you woke up. But the early awkward embarrassment of waking up in compromising positions with Sam was quickly replaced with reveling in the joy of waking up entangled in Sam.
Driving into town, Dean mused about what we could be hunting.
“I bet it’s a ghost with a sex vengeance possessing the toys.”
Sam replied, “Uh, I don’t know Dean, sex vengeance? Plus, there’s more than one kind of sex toy for this ghost to haunt.”
“Ok, so we’re looking for a collection of ghost sex toys… ghox…ghex toys?” Dean dismissed his attempt at a witty mash-up and continued. “Anyway, I bet the ghost gave that last guy a boo-ner. See what I did there?“
You rolled your eyes and disdain before snapping at him, "Ugh gross. No Dean, it’s got to be a witch. There is no way that a group of people used old sex toys connected to a single ghost. That’s nasty! No, it’s simple black magic, cursed object.”
Dean grumbled as he continued to drive, "Fine, cursed object makes more sense but I’m hilarious Y/N.”
“Yeah Dean, boo-ner that was a good one,” Sam sided with brother, glancing back at you and grinning.
You returned him with a small smile and sighed, feeling guilty that you hit a nerve with the older Winchester. Sam knew these long road trips got you cranky so you were thankful that he was able to ease the tension for you.
In your attempt to lighten the mood you quipped, “Anyway, this has to be the weirdest case, and it feels like we’re walking into some kind of porn parody compared to everything else we’ve dealt with, right?”
“A pordy!” Dean exclaimed proudly.
Both you and Sam groaned.
Once the three of you reached the town, you all settled at a local motel. Dean changed into his suit before heading to the morgue to get info about the latest victim, leaving you and Sam to do more research and figure out a game plan.
The last hour was quiet. Sam sat at the small table near the window of your room, typing away at his laptop with legs sprawled. You sat cross-legged on one of the beds with several books about curses surrounding you. You flipped a couple pages, starting to get bored and unable to comprehend after reading the same paragraph several times.
“What kind of curse do you think it is?” You inquired out loud, staring blankly at the book in your hands.
“Well, it’s definitely someone who thinks orgasms are evil,” Sam replied. He slowly removed his hands from the laptop and placing them on his lap and turned to you. “Have you ever used a sex toy Y/N? ” he asked in a cautious and low voice.
You glanced over at Sam with a side smile and retorted, “Have you ever used one?”
Sam jutted his chin in your direction and prodded, “I asked you first.”
It was clear that Sam was challenging you so without breaking eye contact, you decided to play along, you put your book down and placed your hands in your lap, before sitting up straight and confidently answering, “Yes.”
Sam continued with his rapid-fire questioning, with hooded eyes, and you responded quickly in turn,
“What kind of sex toys have you used?”
“Lots of kinds”
“Which is your favourite?”
“Vibrator”
“Do you keep sex toys at the bunker?”
“Yes”
“Did you bring one with you?”
“No”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s broken”
“How’d it break?”
You paused for a breath before answering, “I got it soaking wet.”
You did not mean for your response to come out as breathy and seductive as it did, but you were proud of the reaction you got out of Sam as his eyes widened and he shifted in his seat. Sexual tension filled the room as both of you held each other’s looks and breathed heavy.
Without warning, the door flew opened and Dean entered with a few paper bags. Completely breaking the sexual tension in the room. “Got some dinner and the vic’s address. Apparently, he had a roommate we can talk to tomorrow.”
“Sounds good Dean,” you chirped, thankful your arousal was not obvious.
Dean looked over at Sam who was fidgeting awkwardly, “What’s going on with you?”
“Nothing,” Sam huffed.
You cleared your throat trying to save face for Sam, “So, Dean… I have a question for you.”
“Shoot”, Dean walked over to you.
“Have you ever used a sex toy?” You questioned Dean slowly, giving Sam enough time to make it to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
He shrugged and simply stated, “Nah, never had a need to. Have you?”
“Well, I’m only human Dean,” you said with a similar shrug.
Dean helped you clean up around the table and set up so the three of you could eat dinner together. Sam came out of the bathroom a few minutes later looking visibly relaxed. While the three of you ate dinner, you couldn’t stop wondering if Sam went in there to cool down or to take care of his arousal that you provoked. This thought distracted you the entire evening until you lay down in bed with the younger Winchester. Falling asleep that night was next to impossible.
The next morning your eyes fluttered open to see Sam’s gentle sleeping face to your side and you felt a weight around your waist. Your shirt was hiked up slightly above your waist and his giant hand rested on the skin exposed on your hip. His fingertips faintly pulsed against your stomach every few seconds as he was in deep sleep. You attempted to lie still with closed eyes, trying not to wake him up, just enjoying his embrace as long as you could. Your own breathing became more deliberate and you sighed louder than you expected. Sam stirred in his sleep, shifting his way closer to you with his hand moving to your rib cage, his thumb grazing just under your breast.
His sleepy touch felt so intimate - equal parts innocent and naughty, but it also made it difficult for you to stay still. Your mind wandered to the conversation from the day before; Sam’s playful interrogation of your sex toy use and his arousal because you confidently played along. What would’ve happened between the two of you if Dean didn’t interrupt? You realized you were getting affected as you squirmed and felt dampness at your core; you needed to take care of these needs and quickly.
You slowly slipped out of bed and headed to the bathroom, determined to let your fantasy resume. After entering the steamy shower, you slowly slipped your fingers into your slick folds, surprised to find yourself wetter than you realized.
“Show me how you used your toy before you broke it by getting it soaking wet, Y/N,” Sam said, as he sat naked on the bed.
You straddled yourself just above his impressive length looking into his eyes, a lustful look of want on his face.
You began to stroke up and down your folds, spreading your arousal before encircling your clit and started a slow rhythm. Cupping your breast with your other hand, you started to squeeze and tease your nipples.
You slowly sunk down on Sam easily as he gasped, “You feel amazing”. He teased your nipples with his large hands, gently brushing his thumb over before leaning in to suck on them.
You brought your hand below and slowly slipped two fingers inside you, feeling yourself tighten.
You began to ride Sam’s cock, bouncing quickly, a look of lust and astonishment appeared on his face, “Fuck, you’re perfect. I want you to come for me, Y/N.”
Vigorously rubbing your clit almost reaching your peak, you tried to push your fingers deeper in your pussy.
“Come on baby girl, you’re so beautiful when you come.”
You quickly found your release, steadying yourself on the wall until your orgasm subsided. You finished your shower with a quick burst of cold water, which both woke you up and quelled any leftover arousal.
Just before stepping out of the shower, you looked into the mirror and saw the familiar blush on your face that you had whenever you woke next to Sam. However, instead of feeling flustered and frustrated you were feeling confident and satisfied. You promised yourself to get a replacement finger vibe for your showers because quick morning orgasms are a great way to start the day. Especially since working a case with cursed sex toys, there was no way you could escape your smutty thoughts, being sexually frustrated would be one of the worst things.