Supernatural Imagines & Preferences

Sam Imagine

For Mariah @payne-Clifford
Read while Playing Don't Let Me Go by Harry Styles

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Fireplaces~

The kettle on the oven was whistling and the fireplace was strangely quiet. Sam had gotten up from his position on the couch to calm the whistling and you snuggled in deeper to the blankets.

"Sam!" You called to him from the other room. He tilts his head and carries back two full steaming mugs of hot cocoa. "Yeah?"

"Describe to me your perfect life."

You two had always loved fantasizing about how your lives would be different if you two weren't hunters. If Dean wasn't around, it was practically the subject of all talk, mixed with odd random conversations. He hummed as he sat beside you again, handing you you're drink.

"I would probably be in California, with a wife and some kids. Living on or close to the beach." He doesn't look at you as he says this, mostly focused on the small flecks of white out the window.

"Oh."

The fact that he hadn't included you made you feel a little down. You and Sam have been dating for a year or two now, and when he asks you these questions, you always make sure to bring him into it- because you really couldn't live without him.

"Why do you look so sad?" Sam chuckles, picking a strand of hair that's fallen in your face and curling it around his finger gently- something he's very fond of doing.

"It's nothing.... This wife, what does she look like?" You force a smile and make eye contact with him, sipping from your drink to try and hide your jealousy.

Sam catches on, smirking a tad at you. "Are you jealous?"

"No!"

"I think she'd look just like you."

"Exactly like me?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

Sam stayed quiet, leaning forward to leave his cup on the coffee table. You watched him move, how his long sleeve tugged at his muscles and how his hair fell in front of his face. You feared you said something wrong, yet you waited for him to continue.

Sammy turned to you with a slight smile. "Of course. I want a Mariah as a wife. Mariah Winchester..." The name floated from his tongue and it actually sounded really good. You couldn't help but grin.

"Does that sound alright to you?" He asks, eyes lighting up at your smile.

You nod and set your own cup down, only to cuddle up in his chest.

"Sounds wonderful Mr. Winchester."