Supernatural Imagines

Sam x Reader

You're Afraid of Flying ( Sam )

The plane had only been airborne for about fifteen minutes but you already felt a knot of panic twisting around in your gut. Travelling by plane had always been something that scared you, maybe it was just the thought that one little error in the mechanics could send the whole craft plummeting down into hell knows what or where. Glancing around, you decided that going to get some water might help soothe your nerves. Cautiously you unbuckled your seatbelt, praying for no turbulence.

Once you had returned to your seat, bottle of water in hand, you noticed the guy next to you had fallen asleep. The soft rhythmic breaths coming from his lips made you a little jealous of his ability to sleep so easily on a plane. Which was utterly impossible for you. You weren't sure how long your gaze remained on him, but when his eyes flickered open a slight grimace played on his lips. "Ah man, I'm so sorry for my snoring." Chewing on his bottom lip he looked at you apologetically. "Oh, no it's alright. I couldn't sleep anyway..." You trailed off, an involuntary shudder coursing through you. "Not a fan of planes I'm guessing? My brother's the same." His tone was softer with understanding as he realised what you meant.
"I can't stand 'em." You let out a small laugh, "Only way I was ever getting to Australia though."
"I suppose. I'm Sam by the way, it's nice to meet you." He sat up properly in his seat, removing a stray piece of hair from his eye. "Y/N, and you too... Wait I think I recognise you-" he opened his mouth to reply but you hushed him. "No let me guess!" You grinned, placing a hand on your chin and stroking your imaginary beard in thought. "Oh my f-, you're Sam Winchester! Or should I say, Sam Winchest-hair." Your eyes shone bright with achievement and he nodded, smiling with a hint of embarrassment. "Yeah I'm The Winch."
"Oh come on. No one calls you that."
He held up his hands in mock offence, "I do!"
You were about to snap back with a witty reply but the plane lurched, sending your bottle of water rolling down the isle. "Crap..." You mumbled, receding into your chair, your whole body shaking with fright. "Hey, it's alright. Y/N look at me sweetheart." Sam cooed, reaching over to uncurl your hand which was in a tight fist. Your breathing was becoming increasingly uneven as you grasped Sam's hand. Squeezing your eyes shut you forced yourself to focus on his soothing voice, instead of the jolting movements of the plane.
Once the turbulence had ceased, you slowly opened your eyes, Sam was looking at you with the utmost concern, rubbing slow circles on your palm with his thumb. "Y'alright?" He asked, his tone sympathetic.
"Y-yeah. Thank you..." A blush rose in your cheeks, "But I kinda don't want to stop holding your hand if I'm honest."
Sam grinned cheekily, "Then don't."