This one is with young Stanford Sam (season 1) like in the gif!!

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"The answer to question seven is... 'D'," You looked at your answer book and smiled, "Yes!"

Currently, you were studying up for your finals for economics. You were working all day and night, you really wanted to score the highest possible and gain an advantage of a scholarship.

"What is an advantage of an economy run by consumers?" You said aloud and thought about it, testing your memory skills. Your mind rummaged through all the information you had gathered over the year and especially the last few weeks.

"Consumers choose what to produce and can be motivated by the profit motive," You said, trying not to panic because you can't think of anything else... because you've been working non-stop.

"And they have the freedom to stop and take a break from time to time," A voice said, planting a kiss on your neck. It made the hairs on your neck stand up, your body shivered slightly.

"W-What are you doing here? I thought you slept..." You said, rubbing your eyes. Sam stretched his arms out, one on each side of you, leaning on the table. His face was in level with yours.

"How could I sleep when you're here studying your cute little ass off," He said and moved closer to you. He touched his nose with yours and you scrunched it.

Sam Winchester, studying Law at the same University as you, is your boyfriend. You met one day when you were in the library researching. There was an immediate connection, and eventually you switched rooms and shared one together.

"You know, the stress and tension from within you is spreading all over the room," He told and you sighed.

"Sorry, it's just that... I want to do well," You said. Sam brought a stool that stood beside the table, and sat on it. He held your hand and rubbed it softly.

"I know that you'll do well. You're so smart and beautiful and... You'll do so well you'd wish that you didn't focus on studying only," He said and you smiled softly.

"Thanks Sammy," You said and kissed his cheek. He moved forward and kissed your lips, his hand ran through your hair.

You wanted to pull away but he didn't let you, kissing you deeply till you were breathless. You poked him constantly so he'd move away, avoiding your suffocation.

"Do you... want me to... die?!" You inquired, breathlessly. He chuckled, "If it means that you'll stop studying, then yeah, sure."

You slapped him arm, "If I die, I won't be able to be with you either dumbass!" He shook his head and grinned, walking away from you and towards the kitchen.

You went back to your textbook, looking through the chapter on taxation, then the one about exchange rates. You attempted all the questions and made up some on your own till-

"Come on [y/n], stop studying! I want to spend time with you," Sam complained and you huffed with irritation.

"You know, you have a final too. Why aren't you studying?!" You started to grow angry. He placed his hands on his waist, "I organise my time, using the day time to study. Over studying is the worst thing you could do to yourself."

You wanted to push him out of the room and lock him outside. It was cruel but you just wanted to study. He was distracting you, which was annoying, but you were also the one getting distracted.

"Sammy please! PLEASE let me study in peace!" You pleaded, hand together prayer-like. He rolled his eyes then walked to your shared bedroom.

You sunk back into your chair and shut your eyes for a moment, letting all the information sink into your brain.

THUD! THUD! THUMP!

Your eyes shot open and your fists clenched when you saw what was taking place.

Sam was playing with a tennis ball, throwing it at a wall then catching it, and repeating the action again and again.

"SAMUEL WINCHESTER!" You yelled.

He looked at you with fear, the ball hitting his forehead when it fell back because he was distracted by you. You tried really hard to hold your laugh inside. You were furious right now and you didn't want Sam to think that this wasn't a serious matter.

Sam stood there, as still as a statue, eyes trailing you while you got up from your seat and walked towards him.

"What do you want from me Sam? WHAT?!" You questioned, arms crossed. He rolled the ball to a corner then ran a hand through his hair.

"Give me one hour, just one hour," He requested, "I... I m-miss you. You're more in a relationship with your books than with me."

He gave you those puppy eyes that no one in the history of living could deny. You felt frustrated, wanting to punch something. On one hand you wanted study, and on the other you couldn't say no to Sam.

You looked at you open books laying on your desk and sighed, "Fine. I'm yours for one hour ONLY."

He smiled widely, "Thank you! Trust me, you'll feel so relaxed after this." He grinned at you. It was that grin that was always on his face when-

Oh no, You thought.

"Sam, what are you-"

"Shhhh," He said it so smoothly, it made you want to throw your textbooks out the window. He stepped closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

He bent down to your ear, "Pretend that you have no exams, for one hour." You shivered a bit, thinking for a moment then smirking.

Instead of him, it was you that started it all. You kissed him hard and soon you were parallel to the nearest wall, pushed enough that your back was flat straight against it.

You make out all the way to the bedroom, which wasn't that far away given that the whole apartment was ideally for one person.

You threw your shirt to the floor. Sam stood there, in awe, "Wow, I'd never imagine you'd do this ten minutes ago."

You smirked and wrapped your arms around his neck, "Why? I don't have exams." He chuckled and you pushed him onto the bed, he sat up straight.

"Well? Aren't you going to show some skin too?" You said and placed your hands on your hips. "I thought you'd help me with that," He said and you crawled into his lap.

You placed you lips on his, while unbuttoning his flannel shirt. You traced his chest, frowning when you found another shirt under the flannel.

"Seriously Sam? Get rid of the million layers," You said and he shrugged. He pulled it over his head, leaving him shirtless, just like you.

You stared at his chest, for a bit too long. "Someone's turned on," He teased and you pushed his shoulder. You didn't realise how hard you did it, and that he didn't anticipate it, till you were on top of him with centimetres of distance between your faces.

"One hour... It should be done by then, right?" You said, a bit doubtful. He grinned, "I don't know, you tell me sweetheart."

You gulped.

Great. The rest of the evening of studying is definitely gone now, You thought.