Imagines Book 1

Late Nights {Sam Winchester}

{SPN imagine}

{A/n: This imagine contains ZERO spoilers for SPN! Please do not comment any spoilers for the benefit of the people who have not seen it yet! (specifically S15) Enjoy the imagine!}

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The rain wasn't too heavy that night, but she could still hear the raindrops hitting against the window and the top of the car. It wasn't a loud sound, but more soothing than anything, besides the muddy, slippery mess it left behind the next day, Y/n loved everything about the rain.

As she woke up from her unintentional nap, she kept her eyes shut for a little while longer, listening. Not only did the raindrops bring her comfort, but she could also hear the tires against the road and the faint sound of a Led Zeppelin cassette tape coming from the front of the car, along with two quiet voices talking back and forth to one another.

When she opened her eyes, it took her a minute to adjust since it was dark, but not dark enough that she couldn't see. She could make out the outlines of the few burger wrappers that laid on the ground from earlier along with the bottom of the driver's seat.

As Y/n stirred in her seat, she noticed that not only her head was resting on her duffle bag, but that she had a jacket draped over her body. It was a big jacket, so she had a hunch at who it belonged to.

She rubbed her eyes, yawned, and stretched before sitting up from her position in the back of the impala.

"How long was I out for?" She sleepily asked, squinting her eyes a little towards the guys sitting in the front.

"Only about 2 hours, you were pretty tired Y/n," came a voice from the passenger's seat.

"Yeah, as soon as we finished the job you came in here before we were done talking with the parents of the victim. When we came back to the car you were out cold so we didn't bother waking you up. Getting much sleep lately Y/n?" asked a voice from the driver's seat, looking into the mirror to see her.

"Not really Dean if I'm being honest, I guess I'm still getting used to life on the road," she answered, swinging her legs off of the seat and onto the floor. She then moved the oversized jacket off on her legs and slipped her arms through it, putting it on. "By the way, thanks for the jacket, Sammy."

"Anytime Y/n," Sam answered, not looking up from the map in his hands. 

"Hey, are we almost there?" Y/n asked Dean, referring to a motel.

"Yeah, just about 15 more minutes." He said, looking through the mirror again. She replied with a simple 'okay' before sitting in the calming quiet.

A couple of weeks back Y/n ran into Sam and Dean while working a job herself. She's a hunter herself and a longtime friend of the Winchester family. Her dad was a hunter and worked alongside John Winchester, most of the time when they were working on a case together, her dad would bring her to whatever motel John had his boys at and she would just hang out with them for a few days or weeks. She trusted them more than she ever knew and they trusted her. They loved it when they all hung out together, even though Y/n was basically the middle child when it came to the both of them.

They always played games and Y/n would willingly tag along with Dean to play pranks on the other residents of the motels. Sam would come along, but only if she was going. From day one he always had the smallest crush on her. Every time she came around, he felt different, a little more anxious, but he never showed it.

Y/n never thought of liking either of them in that way until recently. She didn't notice that she had gotten closer with Sam since she joined them on the road. Dean sees the obvious signs and whenever Bobby comes around, he and Dean will point it out together.