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What Are Friends For? (Sam X Reader 3)

Sam X Reader 3

Imagine Sam helping you out.

You walked down an alley in the middle of the night, you were trying to find your way home after all your friends had ditched you. You had no clue why they would ditch you in some random town in the middle of nowhere. You sighed, thinking what great friends you had, (note sarcasm).

You pulled out your phone and scanned your contacts, hoping you would find someone that would be able to help. After a few minutes you stumbled upon a hopeful number, Sam Winchester's number. You had not talked to him much, but he was always there when you were in a pinch of some sort, as you were there for him too.

You dialled Sam's number and bit your lip, hoping that he would answer. It rang for what felt like forever before he picked up the phone and heard his voice fill your ears. "Hey {y/n}, how's it going?" He asked.

"Uh, just peachy, could you possibly help me out? I don't like asking this, but could you come and get me?" You asked.

"Sure! Where are you?" He questioned.

"Well, I am not sure, but I see a sign that says Rose's Diner across the street. And I am standing in between Victoria's Pet Store and Edith's Bridal." You sighed.

"Okay, I'll be there, just sit tight for a little bit." He said before he hung up.

You tried to stay warm as the cold air blew right through your thin jacket, it didn't help that the alley was like a cold wind tunnel. Also it was November, so it was only a little bit till it was to start snowing.

Your feet hurt and your teeth were chattering as you paced around, waiting for him. Time slowly ticked on till he finally pulled up in the black Chevy Impala, the smell of leather hit your nose. You hopped in and you thanked him for picking you up as he said, " you're welcome," whilst smiling into your eyes. His eyes and smile always made you melt a little bit inside, but you never showed any sign of that kind of affection to him. You were afraid that he would not feel the same since a lot of guys you liked in the past had not liked you back at all. And that feeling always hurt you the most, so you always felt alone in the love department.

"So what were you doing in this side of town?" He asked.

"My friends ditched me." You said barely audible above the sound of the heater that was blasting warm air into your face.

"Huh, nice friends you got there, on another note, would you like to stay with Dean and I tonight?" He said.

"Yes, I would love to." You said excited, but then you tamed your excitedness right away. Sam looked at you and you blushed, immediately turning away, facing the window.

"Do you like Dean?" He wondered.

"No, I was just happy to be with friends that had actually wanted to be with me..." You lied. You felt the warm tears burn the back of your eyes at the thought of your friends leaving you out in the cold. You could heard the thunder rumble in the background, interrupting the eminent thoughts in your mind.

The car came to a stop outside of some shady motel with a bright neon sign that half of the letters blinking. Sam had gotten out of the car, walking over to your side to open the squeaky door. You smiled at him, getting out of the car and walking toward the motel room. As you were walking you saw each different room door, with years of being opened and closed. Once you guys stopped outside the room you eyed the door, rubbing the sides of your arms in hopes to keep warm whilst Sam fumbled for his keys in his pocket. He dropped them by accident, as he was blushing, you giggled at him being so clumsy. Then the door flung open, Dean was standing there, saying, "I thought I heard someone outside."

"Yeah, its just me and uh, {y/n}." Sam stuttered.

"Wait, {y/n}, that girl you liked from years ago?" Dean asked. Sam shot him a dirty glare, socking him in the shoulder and turning bright red. You narrowed your eyes at him, in a questioning glance, then whispering to him, " I didn't know you like me or liked for that matter." Just as he had nodded and turned his head away, in what seemed like shame.

"Uh. I'm going to go dig up some more evidence.." Dean said before awkwardly sliding out of the motel room. Once he left and you heard the roar of the impala slowly fading away.

"So, why didn't you tell me that you liked me?" You asked.

"Well, I, uh, didn't think you would like me back..." He muttered.

"I do like you, I really do, before I was afraid you didn't like me back." You said. Then his million dollar smile had shown through, slowly moving closer to you. You stared up into his eyes just as he closed the gap between your's and his lips. You closed your eyes as this overwhelming sense of joy had rushed over you, taking over your body.