The Marshmauler

Summary: It’s the night of Christmas Eve, and you and Sam have the bunker to yourselves. When you add a little something extra into your lazy movie night, things only get more fun. Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader Word Count: 3553 Warnings: Fluff, drug use (marijuana), crack!fic, improper use of marshmallows, smut, oral sex (male receiving), squirting, dirty talk, more fluff A/N: This was written for @kittenofdoomage and her Kitten’s Canon Christmas Challenge! I had the prompt of Hot Chocolate and I decided to select a pairing with Sam. This had my beta rolling on the floor laughing, so I really hope everyone gets a good laugh. Said beta is the ever so lovely @saxxxology, and the crappy gif was made by me. Enjoy!

“Sam?” you whisper yelled down the empty hallway of the bunker. “Where are you?”

A door opening behind you made you spin on your heel, and Sam’s head made an appearance in the open doorway. He looked around and smiled when his eyes settled on you. “In here, come on.”

Patting your back pocket one more time to make sure you had the extra special items for your romantic Christmas Eve night with Sam, you sprinted down the hallway and slipped into the supply room, closing the door and locking it after you. Once you turned around, your eyebrows shot up.

“Oh my god, Sam, it’s…” Your voice trailed off as you walked further into the room. Sam had essentially transformed the spacious empty supply closet into your own personal pillow fort nest. There was tinsel and fairy lights hanging from the ceiling and the entire corner of the room was decked out in pillows and blankets. There was a TV across from the pile of blankets and a tray filled with snacks and hot chocolate waiting in the middle.

“I hope your speechlessness is a good sign,” Sam laughed nervously, running his fingers through his chocolate locks.