Innocence Lost WinchestersxReader

Word Count - 995
Warnings - Mild Language

"You're not going (f/n)!" Dean protested.

You guys were hunting a dragon. Young women in the town you were staying in were disappearing at an alarming rate. Dean wasn't allowing you to go because he feared that the dragon would target you.

"C'mon Dean! I'm a level 82 in Skyrim, I think I can handle one dragon." You teased, pulling the sleeves of your jacket.

Dean being the hothead that he is, slammed his fist down onto the table. "Damn it, (f/n), you know what happened the last time."

Sam entered the room once he heard all of the commotion.

"What's the problem?" He asked, sitting on the chair beside you.

Dean ran a hand through his light brown hair. "She wants to go with us to take care of the dragon."

Sam raised a brow. "Why can't she?"

"What is it with you two? You know they have a thing for virgins." Dean reminded.

"Oh." Sam replied, a bright tinge of pink coloring his cheeks. His eyes darted to the floor.

You quickly looked at Sam and then back at Dean. "I'm not a virgin anymore”, you sighed.

"What?" Dean nearly shouted. "When did this happen?"

You smacked a hand against your face, mentally scolding yourself for telling him. He was going to overreact and cause a big scene.

"A few weeks ago, what's the big deal? I am 21 after all."

Dean didn't really want to hear that. "Who was it? I'll kill him." He questioned forcefully, making a mountain out of a mole hill.

"(F/N), maybe you should just let Dean calm down." Sam suggested in a panicked voice.

"It was Sam." You said, completely ignoring what he had just said.

You could hear Sam swallow hard. There was no doubt in your mind that there was about to be an intense argument.

"Y-you and..." Dean paused. "Sammy!" His eyes flickered with intense anger.


*Flashback*


It was in Michigan, a few weeks back. Dean had gone off to get drunk and put some sleazy girl to bed, you and Sam stayed in and watched a cheesy horror movie on television.

The night started off innocent enough, Sam on one side of the couch and you on the other. Before the movie started Sam made some popcorn. Upon returning to the couch he sat next to you so the two of you could share.

The movie was about a group of hormone raging teenagers camping in the wilds of West Virginia. Of course it was filled with bad acting and bad CGI effects.

There were a few parts that made you jump and latch onto Sam, burying your head in his chest. Sam smiled comfortingly, patting the back of your head. You were sort of cuddling at this point.

Then it happened.

One of the floosy girls from the movie was getting the snot banged out of her. You stared momentarily, mouth agape. You weren’t expecting something that explicit to be on cable television.

It was one of those situations where you weren’t sure if you should watch or cover your eyes. Sam, however, barely seemed to care. He continued watching as if it was an everyday occurrence to him.

You decided to keep watching because you didn’t want Sam to think that sex made you uncomfortable. Oddly enough, it gave you an exciting feeling.

You looked at Sam from the corner of your eye. To your surprise, he was looking back at you.

“What?” He asked with a cute smile plastered on his face.

You smirked slightly, running a hand through your (h/l) (h/c) hair. “Nothing.”

Sam picked up the television remote and shut it off.

“Turn it back on” You playfully threatened.

Ignoring your warning, Sam grabbed you by the hand and pulled you onto his lap. “You can’t tell me that you actually liked that movie.”

You looked at your favorite moose in defeat. “No.”

“Exactly.” Sam grabbed your other hand and intertwined his fingers with yours.

“Sam-” You started only to be hushed.

He gently grabbed your chin and tilted your head slightly. Within seconds, his lips were on yours.

You smiled into the kiss, enjoying it as it deepened. Sam let go off your hands and moved his onto your waist. You repositioned yourself so you were straddling him.


*End of Flashback*


"Dean, I can explain!" Sam pleaded, pulling you from the flashback.

“She was the only semi-innocent thing in our life and you had to ruin it!” Dean shouted.

You rolled your eyes, catching his attention.

“You’re being quiet. What are you thinking?” Sam asked, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“Honestly? You don’t want to know what I’m thinking.”

Dean furrowed his brow. “Why is that?”

You scowled across the table at Dean. “Because you’re not my father, Dean, and you’re not my brother either. They died a long time ago. Besides, I was the one who initiated it.”

Sam gave you a confused look. “No you di-”

“Sam, you don’t have to take the bullet on this one. We were watching a movie and it got heated, I pulled him into my room and it went down.” You explained to Dean.

“Alright, alright. I’m never going to get that image out of my head.”

“Shut it, Winchester.”


*Le Time Skip*


You and Sam were seated on your bed. It took a few hours before Dean left you and Sam alone, but what did you expect?

“So, why did you tell my brother that you were the one that started it?” Sam asked, pulling a strand of hair behind your ear.

You laughed lightly. “Because I figured he’d probably punch you…and I couldn’t have an injured moose to play with.” You winked, punching him in the arm.

“You are so getting it!” He yelled, pulling you into his arms and laying you down on the bed.

You were in the middle of kissing Sam when you heard Dean’s voice on the other side of the wall. “No she’s not!”