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May 8

could you write about the reader being in the shower or just getting done & be walking around the bunker in a towel and the boys walk in on you whilst running lotion on ? or you know something of that sort. :)

Anonymous

Hi. Sorry for the wait! This definitely wasn’t one of my best works, but I think my description and imagery are getting a little better, at least.

I hope you like it!

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You stood beneath the shower head, the water running in rivulets down your skin. The steam was filling up the bathroom, rising up from your body. You hummed to yourself as you massaged the shampoo into your scalp, before rinsing your hair out and moving on to the conditioner.

When it had all been washed from your hair, you stuck out your hand to turn off the tap. The steady stream of water stopped and you stepped out of the shower, shivering at the sudden change in temperature. You grabbed the towel off the rack, rubbing it over yourself to dry off. When most of the droplets had disappeared from your skin, you wrapped it around you, tucking in the end so that it wouldn’t come undone.

“Damn,” you muttered, rummaging through the cabinets. You couldn’t find your lotion anywhere and you realised too late that you had run out just yesterday, and the new bottle you had bought was still sitting on the kitchen table with the rest of the shopping that was yet to be put away.

Switching off the light, you padded out of the bathroom and towards the kitchen. Sam and Dean were out, so you weren’t worried about anyone seeing you. By the time you had retrieved your lotion, you couldn’t be bothered to head back to the bathroom, so you plonked yourself down on one of the chairs and decided to do it there.

You were just rubbing some of the cream onto your leg when you heard a door slam, followed by voices and footsteps coming down the stairs. You froze, but before you had a chance to go anywhere, the boys entered the room.

“Hey-” Sam began, stopping abruptly when he saw what you were doing. Beside him, Dean had also come to a halt, and both boys were shifting their gazes around the room, looking at anything but you. Sam cleared his throat. “Well, uh, we’re back.”

“That’s for that, Captain Obvious,” you answered, trying to hide your embarrassment as you straightened the towel around you to make sure it covered everything.

“So…why are you…you know,” Dean stuttered, clearly at a loss for words.

“Putting on lotion in the kitchen?” you asked. When he nodded, you continued. “I just had a shower and I’d left it in here. I figured that since you guys weren’t home…”

“Right. Sorry about barging in,” Sam apologised hastily. His cheeks were still a bit pink, and he was clearly mortified. Not that he was the only one, of course.

“You know what?” You stood up, grabbing the bottle of lotion, the bane of your existence at the present moment. “I’m just gonna to go finish this in my bedroom. Maybe put some clothes on while I’m at it,” you added as an afterthought. You pushed past them, scurrying towards your room. As you went, you could feel their eyes on you, but they quickly shifted their eyes away when you glanced back at them.

When you finally shut your bedroom door, you leaned against the back of it and let out a sigh. When they had gotten over their embarrassment, they were never going to let you live this down.

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Thanks for reading! Sorry for the lack of posts these past few days. I’ve been really busy with schoolwork.

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can I get "first kiss with Stanford!Sam", please? Girl, you are awesome!

Anonymous

Haha. Thanks! You’re not so bad yourself! Anyway, I’m sorry this took so long. I hope it’s what you were after.

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You ran your fingers over the spines of the books, looking for the one you needed for your paper.

“Ah, crap,” you murmured, glancing up to find that it was above your head. Standing up on tiptoes, you grabbed at it, but you lost your balance and tipped to the side. At least you started too, anyway, before strong arms reached out to steady you.

“Hey, you alright?” a voice asked.

You looked up to find a gorgeous man with hazel eyes staring down at you. “Um, yeah, I’m fine,” you breathed.

“Did you want a hand getting something down?” he asked.

You blushed. “If you could, that’d be great. I just can’t reach that book there,” you told him, pointing at the book you wanted.

“Here,” he said, handing it to you with a smile.

“Thanks…”

“Sam,” he supplied.

“Thanks, Sam. I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“Y/N. That’s a really nice name. It suits you,” Sam said.

Your blush deepened and you ducked your head so that he wouldn’t see. “Thank you. Well, I should probably be going. But thanks again for helping me out,” you said, turning away.

“Wait.” Sam’s arm reached out to touch the crook of your elbow. You turned back and looked at him expectantly. “Uh, do you think…do you think we could maybe go get some coffee or something?” he asked nervously.

A soft smile spread across your face. “I’d like that.”

Sam grinned back at you. “Let’s go then.”

—-

“Alright,” you began, “I’ve told you all about me. Now it’s your turn.” The two of you were seated opposite each other in a booth of a coffee shop on campus.

“Well, what do you want to know.”

“Dreams, hopes, aspirations, childhood memories. You know, the little stuff,” you joked.

Sam smiled. “Well, I’m studying law.”

“That’s a start. And I must say, I’m impressed. Fancy me meeting a law student in the library and ending up with him at a coffee shop,” you said. “So what else is there? What about your family?”

“Uh, well, it’s just my dad, my brother and I. But I haven’t seen them in a couple of years. My dad wanted me to stay and be part of the family business and I wanted to go to college. And we had a huge fight and he basically kicked me out,” he explained.

“Oh. What about your mum?”

“She died when I was 6 months old.”

“I’m so sorry, Sam. I shouldn’t have asked about all this. I mean, we just met. It really isn’t my place to be asking you all these personal questions,” you rambled. “I just wanted to get to know you and -”

You were cut off as Sam’s lips pressed against your own. For a moment, you were stunned but once your brain registered what was going on, you began to move your lips slowly against his.

After a minute, Sam pulled back, resting his forehead on yours.

“What was that?” you murmured.

“I just wanted you to know that it was alright. You didn’t do anything wrong,” he answered.

“I think you should tell me I didn’t do anything wrong more often,” you whispered. “You’re a good kisser,” you added, bringing his lips to yours once more.

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