"You two are seriously the biggest dumb asses I've ever met!" You yelled, slamming the back door of the Impala.

"Please, Y/N I think you're over reacting," Dean sighed, closing his own door.

"Over re... Over reacting!?! You went into a warehouse, crawling with demons, alone!! Leaving me with the very noble job of saving your asses, again! Nearly getting all of us killed, so no I'm not over reacting," you said furiously, heading towards the bunker door.

You stormed down the steps of the bunker, beyond fed up with your oh so careless hunting partners. They were your best friends, but man you were sick and tired of them never thinking before doing, and almost always leaving you with a mess to clean up. Not to mention them almost getting you, and themselves, killed. Constantly.

Heading towards your room, you unbuttoned you flannel that was now covered in demon blood, angrily sighing. Thanks for ruining my favorite flannel, Winchesters you thought. You stormed into your room, throwing your shirt into the trash, and rummaged through your hamper of clean clothes. Grumbling to yourself, you mentally cursed the boys for never doing their own laundry and now forcing you to sift through their clothes to find your own.

Impatiently, you grabbed one of the boys' flannels and threw it on. The blue fabric was soft against your skin, and wondered whose shirt you were wearing. Not for long.

"Is there a reason as to why you're wearing my shirt?" A voice asked from your doorway and you spun around to be greeted by Sam leaning against the wall.

"You know, after I get covered in demon blood, I for one like to change. And, well, if you guys did your own laundry, then your clothes would be in your rooms now wouldn't they?" You snapped, running a hand over your face. Sam looked kind of shocked at your outburst, but honestly he understood.

"Look, I get you're pissed and I just wanted to apologize," he said calmly, and now it was your turn to look shocked. "I know Dean and I can be...-"

"Stupid? Reckless? Negligent?" You interrupted, causing Sam to grin.

"Yeah, to name a few. We shouldn't make you clean up after us so much. I'll talk to Dean," Sam gave a small smile, but you were still furious.

"You think this is about me saving your asses all the time?! I couldn't care less about that! What I care about is you not thinking, at all, and making stupid decisions!" You had walked closer to Sam in your yelling. "One day you'll get yourself hurt! Maybe. Even. Killed!" You said between hits to his chest. He took steps backward while you still kept forward. "Do you think I'll be fine if you're gone?! No one cares? Because I care! A lot actul-" Before any more words left your mouth, Sam's lips were on yours.

You tensed at first in surprise, but melted into the kiss. Sam's hands were on your cheek and side, and you couldn't help but lean against your doorway. Your lips were still tingling when he pulled away, and your eyes seemed to love staying closed.

"That um... that was a really great way of getting me to shut up," you muttered quietly, letting your eyes flutter open. Sam was still less than six inches away from you, and he was smiling endearingly.

"I thought it might be...Even though you're very cute when you ramble. And when you're worried," he said with a cheeky smile. "That's why I do it ya know. Get you pissed and worried about me, so I can just kiss you to make up for it."

You rolled your eyes at that, but couldn't stop a smile from playing on your lips. You leaned up to connect your lips again, when a voice echoed down the hallway.

"Can you two get a room? I've been sayin' you should get together for months, but I really don't wanna see it," Dean said with mild disgust, walking past the two of you who were smiling uncontrollably.

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