[supernatural imagines & short series']
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SAM WATCHED IDLY as his older brother skulked off to the other side of the dim bar, probably in search of someone to take back to the motel for just until the sun rose the next morning. And when he confirmed that Dean was out of sight, his deep hazel eyes trailed down to where you sat, next to him in the shadowed booth and scrolling through your phone aimlessly.
He didn't notice the subconscious grin that settled on his lips as he peered down at your delicate features until his jaw had started to ache and he had to look away in order to compose himself. He lifted his beer bottle and took a large gulp, hoping for the liquid courage to do its thing and give him the bravery to actually tell you how he felt.
When he realised that he was being slightly pathetic, he internally scolded and reminded himself that you had been his best friend for around ten years - he was perfectly capable of talking to you without the influence of alcohol persuading him to.
"(Y/N/N)?" Escaped past Sam's lips through soft mumbles before he could back out and you seem to hear him call for you despite all the rowdy noise of the dark bar. A sweet smile graces his features once again as he glimpses at you, his hazel eyes shining with adoration and infatuation through the shadows of the evening.
Anyone on the opposite side of the room would've noticed the connection between the two of you and your gravitational but unspoken pull toward one another from where they were sat, hidden in the shade and gloom. But, the both of you seemed completely ignorant to the fact the one liked the other and vice versa, much more than friends. It made Dean's life hell, having to watch the constant pining from both sides.
You hummed lightly in acknowledgement, looking away from your phones illuminating screen and up at the younger Winchester through your lashes, "Yeah, Sammy?"
Your attentive gaze almost made him lose his train of thought but in a complete contrast, your deep irises also compelled him to spew his comment out without a trace of hesitation detectable in his tone, "You look gorgeous tonight."
A deep hue of pink immediately painted the apples of your cheeks at his unexpected words, setting your skin aglow through the darkness of the bar. You felt like your skin was on fire it was so hot. Your eyes trailed from his warm gaze and landed on the bleak table in front of you - your silky hair falling and providing a curtain to hide your blushing countenance and to prevent him from seeing how much his compliment affected you. With your teeth capturing and encasing your bottom lip between them, you desperately tried to fight off the wide smile that was slipping through.
Sam still noticed, however, and couldn't stop the grin that was tugging at the corner of his lips as he glanced at you, fully aware of your initial reaction. Almost volitionally, his hand reached out and gently tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. "I mean it," He spoke softly but his words rang in your ears like bells - reminding you that he had actually said what you thought he had and that your mind wasn't just playing cruel tricks on you. You two never spoke like this. And probably for good reason, you reminded yourself, your stomach doing flips as you spoke.
