Title: Clingy

Author: erasedean

Word Count: 983

Triggers: Cursing

A/N: This was not meant to be good to any extent. I got the idea for it and I thought it was hilarious. Enjoy!

Fic:

                    You were gazing at the man who was complaining to his older brother about something that was completely ridiculous. He was sitting in a worn, beaten chair in the library across from Dean as his voice spoke aloud.

               “I don’t know, Dean. She was too clingy and I just couldn’t take it. I tried, man. I did. God, I feel like you,” Sam whimpered as he covered his face with his hands in shame. Dean rolled his eyes at the remark and snapped the newspaper that he was holding in front of himself as his legs were propped up on a chair across from him. As you acknowledged what Sam said, you couldn’t help but get a little heated. ‘Too clingy’? Sam was the epitome of clingy. Once you went to the bathroom without telling him and he almost sent out an Amber Alert. And the girl he was talking about, she couldn’t have texted him about meeting up again more than twice in the past four weeks. On behalf of the women in the world, you knew you had to act.

                       You roamed from the doorway of the library and marched your way over to the complainer. With a thump, you plopped down into his lap as he vibrated with shock from the surprise attack. Dean glanced up from his paper to gaze at the sight in confusion, but went back to his reading- or hidden porn magazine.

                “Y/N, what the hell are you doing?” Sam asked as he placed one arm around your waist and the other on your thigh, a little more higher than God would approve of. He was giving you a smirk as he squeezed your skin slightly with intrigue. You gave him a sly smile in return.

               “Well, I heard you talking about how some girls can just be so clingy, so I decided to show you what ‘clingy’ really is,” You flashed him a quick, fake smile as his brows furrowed in bewilderment. His lips did that half-smile, half-frown thing they do whenever he is enthused.

               “And how do you expect to do that?” He inquired. You lifted your arms and laced them around his neck lovingly, but that sentimental emotion was about to be crushed.

               “By clinging to you all day, literally,” A fake smile once again pervaded your face while he chortled. Dean slammed his newspaper down on the table, folded his arms across his chest, and looked on in amusement. “Sam Winchester, I am your new clingy one-night stand,”

               Dean chuckled to himself as he began to stand up. “The one of many…Welcome to the club, Y/N,”

 

             A few moments later, Sam had gotten up and waltzed his way into the kitchen where he was attempting to reach into the fridge to make a sandwich. You had wrapped your legs around his waist as if you were prepared to do the down and dirty, but this was a lot more fun than that. Dean was propped up against the island as he watched the embodiment of struggle maim his brother. You had your head propped on his right shoulder and you and Dean shared smiles. Sam finally accomplished his mission of returning the mustard to the fridge as he turned towards his brother who he hadn’t noticed. Dean received a massive eye roll from his younger brother because he knew he was there to just watch.

               “How you doin’ over there, Y/N?” Dean questioned to the back of your body. You were now facing the fridge. Sam was attempting to pick up his sandwich.

               “Well, I’m a little tired. My legs are getting sore. Sam, get a boner or something so I have something to prop up on,” You relayed as Dean let out a child-like laughter at the remark. The younger Winchester glared at his brother with murderous intent.

               “Maybe if you got off of me, you could go lie down and I could eat my sandwich in peace without a human body blocking the way,” He sassed, but it didn’t affect you at all.

               “I’m sorry, Sam. It’s just that girls can be so clingy. I just can’t peel myself away from you,” You kidded as you stared him in the eyes lovingly. “I love you, Sammy,”

               He shared the same look he had given Dean earlier with you. “Dean, do you remember that one time I told you that ‘Sammy’ was a chubby twelve year-old? Well, he’s not going to be chubby because he’s going to die from starvation,”
               “Just apologize, man. Call that girl and meet up with her just to close things up. Speaking of closing things, Y/N, I’ve never seen a girl hold her legs open that long for Sam,” He chuckled as he waltzed away from the travesty in the kitchen.

               As you both stood there while Sam tried to find some way to cram the nutrients into his mouth, a loud rumble erupted into the room. You furrowed your brows as Sam’s eyes shot wide open with shock. “You that damn hungry?” You questioned him.

               “Y/N, this isn’t for food. This is for-,” His sentence was cut off as another rumble tore through the air, his legs charging into panic towards the bathroom.

               You started to scream as you realized what was happening. “No, no, no , no! Sam let me get off!” You could have sworn tears were starting to form. “Let me down you, ass! I don’t want to see yours!” However, he didn’t listen to you. He dodged into the bathroom and slammed the door shut and right before the deed was about to set into action, you were able to drop from his body and run from the gas chamber. You bent over with your hands on your knees outside of the door, reflecting on your close encounter.

          Dean emerged from the hallway. “I’m telling you, he’s lethal after one burrito.”