Sam x Reader

Prompt: Stop it! It tickles!"

Sam's hair. Sure, Dean made fun of it, offering to cut it on multiple occasions. But it was as much a part of him as the flannels he wore and the demon killing knife he carried. It was full, and shiny, mixed with every shade of brown there was. It was one of the biggest perks of being Sam's girlfriend. Being able to run your fingers through it whenever you wanted, gently tugging on the silky locks when you were writhing beneath him.

You were pretty sure that Sam knew how much you loved his hair. How much of a turn on it was for you when it was all tousled and wind blown. Especially when his chest was heaving from exertion and his hair swirled around his head. To you, there was nothing hotter, and you weren't ashamed to let him know that.

Sometimes he seemed to take advantage of your fascination with his silky locks. Today seemed to be one of those days. Sitting in the library, pretending to do research, you kept glancing over, watching as he ran his fingers through his hair, frustration forcing the movement. "I can't find anything on Kelly, and where she might be hiding!" He groaned, sitting back.

Standing up, you stretched your back before walking over behind him. Running your hands along his back, you started massaging his shoulders, feeling the tense muscles slowly start to relax.

"Uhh, that feels good." He moans, leaning his head back against your chest as you continued. Watching as his hair moved backwards, lightly covering your hands, you stopped for a moment, lost in thought.

Before you could even blink, Sam had his hands on you, pulling you down into his lap. Squealing, you pretended to get away, even though you liked when Sam was in silly moods like this. Leaning down, his hair covered your face, and you started laughing. Moving his face back and forth, his hair tickled your cheek, and you couldn't hold back the chuckles. "Stop it! It tickles!" You exclaimed, and he leaned back, a huge smile on his face.

"You know you like it." He told you, and you nodded. Standing up, he kept you in his arms as he walked down the hall, past Dean who was just exiting his room. Shaking his head, he walked past you, heading to the kitchen.

Tossing you down on the bed, Sam crawled up until he was kneeling over you. His long hair framing his face and lightly touching your cheeks. "Damn. How did I get so lucky to get a girl as beautiful as you?" He asked, lightly caressing your cheek.

"It's the hair." You teased, before threading your fingers through it and pulling him down for a kiss.