Just a fair warning: there will be smut at the end of this chapter. There's a warning where it's at so don't read that part if smut bothers you. Onward!
   Sam took off down the hall, looking for you. You had arrived earlier than usual that summer, due in part to the fact Bobby knew you were running out of time.
   You didn't mind so much anymore, though. During the rest of the year you'd been at home, you'd realized that one person in particular had constantly been on your mind. As the year progressed, winter came and you felt yourself wishing that a certain Winchester brother was with you, you wrapped in his arms.
   It didn't take long for you to realize that you had feelings for Sam Winchester.
    Sighing, you got out Bobby's pick up truck and started towards the bunker, knocking on the door. Mary answered the door and smiled when she saw you, wrapping you in a hug. That's when Sam popped up from nowhere!
    He was panting like he'd been running. "(Y/n), hey! Uh...could I talk to you?"
    Mary smiled a knowing smile. You looked from her to Sam who looked incredibly nervous. A blush threatened to color your cheeks. "Ok."
    Sam took your hand and soon you found yourself being rushed down the hall.
                              * * * * *
    You sat on Sam's bed, waiting for him to speak. His eyes were focused on you, noticing that you had started dressing similarly to him, with your blue jeans, tank top, boots, and flannel. Your hair was down and some of it was falling in your face.
    He really wanted to move it for you and sweep it behind one ear. Maybe let his hand linger there as he gave you a kiss.
    Sam shook his head. He never got this nervous around women! What the heck was wrong with him?!
    "Sammy..." You said, trying to get his attention.
    "(Y/n)...I...I..uh..." He couldn't seem to find the right words. He took a deep breath.      "Iminlovewithyoubutidontwanttomakeyouuncomfortableandhateme." He said quickly, the words running together.
    A smile graced your face. "I love you too, Sammy." You said.
    Sam's eyes went wide as the words came out a blubbering mess, "You..... you do? Well...I mean that's...I'm so glad!"
     You laughed. "Just come over here and kiss me already."
     "Yes ma'am!" He said. Immediately, you were in his arms and his lips were on yours.
     Elsewhere, Mary and Bobby celebrated the win.
                            * * * * *
     Ever since that moment, you and Sam were stuck together like glue!
In the coming weeks after the confession, the two of snuck around like a couple of overgrown children (especially in Sam's case).
     As the summer progressed, it finally came out that the two of you were dating. Everyone was very excited at the news. And not too soon either, some reasoned. In only one year, you'd turn 18 and the marriage would have to be announced!
    When summer ended, rather than you returning home, you stayed, not wanting to leave Sam. Another year passed and you turned 18.
     As summer was drawing to a close, Sam got increasingly more nervous. He had plans for the end of summer. Big plans. Plans that, while already predestined, were still very important to him, something he actually wanted, and that required your answer to one very important question.
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      One day, Sam took you out for the day to get away from everyone. He took you all over the city and through the woods as well. You had a great time and, by the end of it, you were aware he had planned something.
    That night, instead of taking you back to the bunker, he took you to a secluded spot out in the woods, a spot the two of you considered to be your "secret spot". It was a large meadow in the middle of the woods where a lot of wildflowers grew and some of the branches of the trees bent low, obscuring the view.
     That's when Sam took your hand. "So...uh...there's something on my mind. And I don't want you to feel pressured at all."
     You raised an eyebrow in confusion. With that, he sank onto one knee, a ring in his hand. You gasped.
     "(Y/n), I love you. I honestly have for awhile I was just too stupid to tell you." You both laughed at that. "And I know things won't be easy. We're hunters, we're always putting ourselves in danger and that won't stop. And Dean's always gonna be a part of that cuz...y'know it's Dean. I can't give you much but you have my heart and I promise I will love you forever. Will you...maybe...marry me?"
     Tears filled your eyes. "Yes!" You shouted, kissing him as he put the engagement ring on your finger. You fell into each other's arms.
               *SMUT WARNING*
    You tackled Sam to the ground. He let out a sound of surprise but his lips didn't leave yours. His hands held onto your waist, pulling your closer.
    You maneuvered yourself so that your legs were on either side of his. You jerked your hips up to his, making him moan into your kiss. You did it again, then began grinding against him, feeling him get hard beneath you.
     You broke from your kiss and planted a few small kisses across his neck before leaving a large hickey on the side of his neck. He groaned, his hands now on your butt.
    You looked back up at him. His beautiful hazel eyes were blown wide with lust. "(Y/n), are you sure?"
    "I want you." You whispered.
    A low groan of pleasure escaped his lips when you said that. Before you had time to think, he'd grabbed your wrists and flipped you over, onto your back so that he was on top of you, pressing your body into the ground.
    "Say you don't want me and I'll stop. Because if you don't, I won't be able to stop myself."
    "Are you serious?! I fucking want you, Sam!"
    He groaned again then his lips were at your neck, leaving a trail of love marks across the column of it. His lips moved back to yours and he kissed your roughly, like it was the last thing he'd ever do.
    Immediately, he set to work on ripping off your clothes. You were in a tank top and jeans. He ripped open your tank top, setting your breasts free. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it.
He teased your breasts for a minute before leaving a trail of kisses down your stomach to the waistband of your jeans.
    Sam yanked the button open and slid down the zipper roughly. His hands moved down to your boots and he unzipped those far more gently, taking them off and tossing them somewhere. Then he yanked down your jeans and threw those too.
    His lips followed a trail down one of your legs and up the other, stopping just shy of your underwear. He gingerly rubbed your threw your underwear to find you were very wet.
    With one swift movement, Sam yanked off your underwear, tossing the ruined fabric far away. Not wasting any time, his mouth was on your sweet wet pussy, stroking your walls with his tongue as he let out an almost animalistic growl.
    You grabbed two handfuls of his hair, pulling it, and more noises escaped his lips. Finally, he sat up, pulling you into his lap. His lips were on yours again and you could taste yourself on his tongue, turning you on more than you already were.
     With that, you hurriedly pulled off his flannel and t-shirt, running your fingers down his toned body. You ran your hand across his clothed member, pulling a shiver from him. He sat you down on the ground and hurriedly pulled off the rest of his clothes, turning towards you.
     He was bigger than you'd expected, his cock hard as steel and pointed straight at you, a bit of precum dripping from the tip. Nervously, you moved closer. You took him in hand, slowly stroking him.
     Leaning down, you licked up the precum, swiping your tongue over the slit. Your tongue moved from the head to the base and back again, making Sam make more of those sounds he'd been making before.
     "Please." He begged.
     Taking a deep breath, you went down on him, sucking his cock into your mouth as far as you could go. Slowly, you began bobbing your head, taking more of him in.
     Sam was a mess and he knew it. It was all he could do not to thrust into your mouth but he didn't want to scare you. Just as he was starting to lose control, he pulled you off him, lifting you into his arms.
    He lowered you onto his cock, a loud moan escaping both of you at the situation. "Oh God!" He shouted. "You're so tight, so wet! Fuck!"
    Sam maneuvered you under him, thrusting sharply as he covered your body with his. You were for his eyes only. It didn't take long before he was pistoning into you, fucking you hard and fast while you pulled his hair roughly.
     With one final thrust, he spent himself inside you. He pulled you into his arms, holding you close. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he helped you up and into your clothes so you could head back towards home.