Supernatural Imagines

Sam Imagine

Imagine having a snow day with Sam

You woke up to someone jumping on your bed beside you. Instinctively you grabbed the gun that was under your pillow and pointed it at the asshat that woke you up.

Soft light streamed through your drapes, faintly illuminating the person beside you. He was big, he had broad shoulders, and was holding up his hands in a surrendered motion. He sheepishly grinned a appologetic grin.

"God dammit Sam i was having a good sleep! Why the hell'd you wake me up?" You groaned slamming back into your pillow. You pulled the covers back up and snuggled in again, only to have a arm snake around your stomach and pull you closer.

You and Sam had always been really close, heck, you wanted to be more then the best friends that you were but you pushed that all down, thinking that Sam could never really love you; which was the complete opposite.

You took a deep breath and inhaled some of Sam's spicy cologne, whivh brought you back to reality. Your eyes shot open and you jumped out of the bed, immediately shivering from the cold air that hit your mostly covered body.

You looked back at Sam who looked utterly hurt, like a kicked puppy. You asked why he had awoken you and a smile that you had grown to love creeped onto his face, as if he had remembered something.

He got up and lead you to the window, putting his large hands on your shoulders, instantly warming you. You pulled the curtains back and gasped at the raw beauty you saw.

Soft white snowflakes danced to the ground, that was pure white and covered in a blanket of snow. Your eyes widened as snow had never been a part of your life. It had always somehow creeped away from you and the winchesters, but today you had finally gotten what you wished for. A snow day.

"Sam! Thank you so much!" You said turning around and tackling him in a hug. He wrapped his arms around you and swayed both of you by switching his wieght to the other foot and repeating.

You breathed in his scent and he chuckled.

"Don't thank me." He said with a goofy smile and you rolled your eyes. He left and you jumped into some waterproof pants over jeans, a big warm sweater, and some winter boots. Sam met you at the coat rack after a quick breakfast and you both slipped on your coats, some gloves, and a hat.

'Damn Sam looks good in a beanie.' You thought opening the door and letting the cool air and tiny snowflakes hit your face. You giggled and ran into the snow, immediately making a snow angel.

Sam smiled and plopped down beside you, making a snow angel too. Your gloved hands touched and you blushed, hoping he wouldn't notice.

After a while of making snow angels you got up and packed a snowball, then threw it at Sam and ran away.

"Y\N!" He said and got up chasing after you. He turned the corner and got a face full of snow, making you laugh and snort, so hard that you had tears rushing down your face.

"You shouldn't have done that Y\N, you're going up against a winchester." Sam said over confidently.

Catching you off guard Sam dropped to his knees and started making and whipping snow balls at you. You used a garbage can lid to block them and then started throwing them back, hoping your aim was good.

"Thats not fair!" He yelled laughing. He grabbed a scrap piece of metal sheet laying around and used that as a shield. For hours you two went back and forth, until each was a panting heap on the white snow floor.

"Truths?" You panted.

"Truths." He panted back, and you both started laughing. You crawled towards him and he to you, eventually meeting in the middle of the battle field. You rolled onto him, shivering trying to get some warmth. Just when you were about to say that you were freezing, Sam shoved snow down your jacket.

You screamed in pain and rolled off of him, trying to get the snow out of your jacket, but you were too tired and you couldn't feel your limbs.

"S-Sam you a-ass-s-hat" you managed, shivering feeling the freezing snow sting your back. He lost lip smile and jumped up, scooping you up into his arms.

"Oh my god Y\N i'm so sorry! God, your lips are blue. We've gotta get you warmed up." He rushed into the house and brought you next to the fire that Dean must've started a while back. Sam ripped off your jacket and pants (not the jeans) and pushed your freezing body next to the fire while he got blankets. He came back with a small blanket and huge duvet, and some fuzzy knee socks that he replaced from your old, wet ones.

"Y-you kn-ow me s-s-so well." You commented, but he quickly shushed you and wrapped you in the soft blankets. He sat behind you crosslegged, and brought you into his lap. Sam wrapped his arms around your chest and brought your back to his front, instantly warming you. You layed your head on his shoulder, his breath warming your neck and face.

Together you watched the flames flicker and dance, illuminating the room with a orange aura.

"Y\N, I don't know if you feel the same but i really like you, you've always been there for me and you somehow always keep me out of trouble, and- i just- i love you." Sam said breaking the silence and suprising you.

You got up and turned around, then straddled\crossed your legs around his back making it so that your body was facing his.

You captured his lips and wrapped your arms around his neck while his hands found their way to your hips. They started to move in sync, describing eachothers love and passion in a simple touch.

"I love you too."