Being a hunter, you'd think getting drunk would be second nature. However, you never found yourself shitfaced too often because of the job. Not compared to your hunting partners at least. But, recently, you found a reason to want to down a whole bottle of whiskey. Loneliness sure was a pain in the ass. And that is what drove you to drink yourself practically blind tonight.

Stumbling back into the bunker, you tried not to fall down the steps. It was pitch black and the boys must've been asleep, so you attempted to stay quiet while sneaking back in. But this proved difficult in your drunken state.

After knocking into a side table at the bottom of the stairs (and shushing yourself) the table toppled over and clattered onto the ground. So much for staying quiet... You tried your best to fix the table in the dark, but even in broad daylight you wouldn't be able to due to the lack of coordination.

Suddenly a light flicked on, effectively scaring the shit out of you. You looked over, frantically standing from your crouched position. Squinting in the sudden light, you saw a blurry Sam holding a 9 millimeter in your direction.

"Y/N?" he asked tiredly, setting the gun on the table.

"Heyyy Sssammyy," you slurred, trying to casually lean against the stair handrail. "What are yyou..what're you doin' up?"

"I could ask the same thing to you... Wait are you drunk?" He smiled at the question, always finding entertainment in you being drunk and clumsy.

"" you dragged out, almost trying to cover up the fact that you were drunk for some reason. Sam tried to keep a straight face, but a smile was appearing on his features. Then that smile turned to a laugh.

"Oh really?" he laughed and you crossed your arms.

"Jusstt a ffew," you tried to say casually. "Hhey stop laughin' at me!" you yelled at Sam as you walked closer to him.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, it's just...it's like watching Bambi learn how to walk," he replied as his laughing started to die down. You were about to protest, but your drunken steps caused you to trip and fall towards him. Sam caught your arms so you wouldn't face plant and an almost maniacal laugh left your lips.

"Okaay, maybe I'm a lil...drunk," you whispered like it was a secret, and Sam smiled through a shake of his head.

"Alright let's get you to bed," Sam said, knowing you wouldn't go easily, so picked you up bridal style to avoid any protest.

"You gotta at least buy me a drink first, Sammy..." you said waving your index finger in the air like you were trying to make a point. A chuckle vibrated Sam's chest where your cheek was resting. "Although I won't say I haven't thought bout it.."

"I think you've had enough, Y/N," Sam said, ignoring your second drunken statement and the blush it caused on his cheeks.

"Ha! You're funnyy.." you slurred as Sam walked you down to your room. "Andd you're not jusst funny. You're pretty damn, damn cute too but I bbet you know that with these," you added, poking his bicep.

"So are you gonna tell me why you're drunk? You never get drunk," Sam wondered, trying to avoid what you were saying about him.

"Hey... Hey," you poked his cheek and he looked down, "can I tell you a secret?" Sam raised a brow to indicate a curious yes. "I was lonely." Both his brows raised at that, surprised that was the reason.

"Lonely?" he asked.

"Yeahh.. I mean you don't know how hhard it is to be around you boys as a single woman! Have you sseen you two??" you exclaimed bluntly, and you noticed the strong blush on Sam's cheeks as he flicked your bedroom light on.

"Yeah, yeah, just...get some sleep," Sam said quietly, flopping you on your own bed and moving back towards the door. That is until your hand grabbed his to stop him.

"Wa-wait Sam," you almost yelled, pulling yourself up to your knees, "..." you said suddenly, shocking Sam.

"Wh-what? Why would I-" he started, flustered, but you stopped him.

"Please, Sam...It can jusst be a one time thing...please," you said, running your hands on his chest, leaning up to him.

"I-I don't know Y/N...you're drunk I-" you interrupted him again.

"But I still want this..please," you muttered again, your lips dangerously close to his. He didn't protest, and you felt your lips on his. Sam still seemed hesitant at first, but it didn't take long for him to kiss back. His hands found their place on your waist, and yours traveled up to his neck and shoulders. The passion of the kiss quickly built on itself, and soon you felt your duvet under your back as Sam's hands pushed up your shirt. A few minutes with Sam was all it took to make you forget about being lonely, but you would definitely take more than a few minutes.

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Your eyes drifted open with a sting the next morning. You swiped a few loose strands of hair away from your face and felt like you had an odd dream the night before, but you couldn't quite remember. Your head pounded a little and the light hurt your eyes. Then you remembered the bourbon. Or was it whiskey? Honestly, you just knew you were drunk off your ass.

You were about the get up, when you felt movement on the other side of the bed. You breath froze. It wasn't a dream, was it?

You slowly turned over to see Sam's bicep right by your head, along with the rest of him underneath the sheets. He was still asleep, his chest rose and fell with his rhythmic breaths. Sure you'd thought about waking up next to Sam in the past, but you never thought it would actually happen.

Suddenly, Sam shifted beside you, and you felt worry rise in your chest. God only knew what he was going to say... Sam's eyes met yours when he woke up, and he almost bounced away from you in shock.

"Sam, hey um...did, did we...?" you trailed off, not sure how to even start this interaction. He ran a hand through his hair before shifting up to sit on the edge of your bed.

"Yeah...we did," he said flatly, his back tensing as he pulled on his pajama pants.

"Okay..okay, um, so we're just...not going to let this affect us because, I-I don't know about you but um...that was just a one time thing it was... Hey, are you okay?" you hesitantly asked, pulling on your underwear. You looked over your shoulder to see Sam standing and pacing by the opposite side of your bed.

"No." His voice was still flat and you started getting nervous.

"Look, Sam, I'm sorry," you said, pulling on your shirt and standing to match him. "I was upset, and lonely, and I'm sorry if I made you feel obligated to-"

"I'm not angry about that...It's just..." he paused, still having his back to you.

"What?" you questioned, crossing your arms. When he still didn't answer, you walked over in front of him. "It's just, what Sam?" His eyes were still downcast, until he answered your question.

"," he muttered, walking past you, until you grabbed his wrist.

"What the hell does that mean?" you asked quietly.

"Do I really need to explain it Y/N?" he said, abruptly turning back to you and yanking away his arm.

"Are...are you saying-"

"I'm saying I like you Y/N! But you shouldn't have found out like this! It's my fault I should've, I should've...Look, I had a plan and everything. I was gonna convince Dean to let me borrow the Impala, and take you out to that poppy field a few miles down the road...we were going to stargaze cause I know how much you like the stars...then I was gonna make some speech and tell you how much I cared about you... But I guess I just couldn't wait that long..." Sam finished and all you could do was stare at him in shock. "But you obviously don't feel the same because now all you'll think of me as is a one night stand..."

Sam still avoided your eyes, and you could see a slight blush of embarrassment on his cheeks. His words hung in the silence between the two of you, and you couldn't find the right thing to say to him. It seemed you couldn't gather the words to tell him you would love nothing more than to go out with him, and that he was so much more to you than a one night stand...

Since your ability to form sentences was failing you, you decided on plan b. Walking over to Sam, you hesitantly ran your hands up his chest, gently holding his face in your hands. He glanced up at your eyes, curious as to what you were doing, until you pulled your lips to his. It was softer and sweeter than the needy kisses you remembered from the night before, despite it being a blurry drunken memory.

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