Supernatural Imagines/Preferences

Accidents happen ~Sam

*Imagine Castiel shows up at a very inappropriate time, causing an accident*

"Dean!" I shout at the top of my lungs from the library. I've spent the whole day dragging various pillows and blankets into here to make a fort. I'm just thankful that we have so many rooms in this bunker, which means more cushions. Yes, I'm a grown adult...

I still remember the day I met Sam and Dean. I was hunting a demon, son of a bitch killed my best friend, and stumbled upon the famous Winchesters in the process. That was about four years ago. There's also this guy in a trench coat, Castiel, the ex angel. Since then, we've been hunting together. They weren't too keen on me going along with them at first, but I somehow managed to convince them. And in the middle of that, Sam and I became a 'thing'.

"What- you've got to be kidding me" Dean comes running in alarm, only to groan in disbelief. What? I need to have fun once in a while as well... Something that doesn't involve any sexual acts.

"I need your help, potato face. Sam won't let me help you with the vampires you're going to hunt down tomorrow" I whine, climbing out of my fort, which is currently taking up a big part of the old library.

Sam has become over-protective of me lately. I think he's suspecting that I'm pregnant, which I am not. I mean, we did use protection...

"Sorry chewbacca, that's between you two" the older Winchester shrugs and stretches his arm out, handing me a beer. Count on him to come up with an original insult and a beer... I roll my eye at his bizarre nickname for me and grab the already-open beer. Just as I'm about to take a sip, Sam walks into the room, immediately shouting for me to 'put the beer down'. What's he gonna do from across the library?

I smirk and walk towards my fort, grabbing a pillow that was sitting at the top of it. "Why, Sam?" I ask mockingly, turning around towards the two brothers. His expression is a mix of frustration and worry.

I bring the bottle to my lips and take a swig. "(Y/N)! Don't you dare take another drink or so help me!" He roars, glaring at me. It's not every day Sam looses his cool... He must be pretty pissed to use my full name as well.

"If only Cas could see this" I hear Dean murmur, rolling his apple green eyes. I blow a kiss to Sammy and throw the red pillow at him full force. Well, I guess you could say I was aiming at him.

"Hello, Dea-" Cas doesn't even get to finnish his sentence as the pillow collides with his face. I gasp at his shocked face, but errupt into giggles as Dean runs to him, asking is he is alright.

I've read the Supernatural books which Chuck, my uncle, wrote and those have gained a lot of fans. Ships were made, fanfictions we written. My favourite? Destiel. I was incredibly bored and needed something to do instead of Sam...

Sam just looks at me with a confused look. He's so clueless sometimes, I swear to god. I set my beer down on the table and whisper in surprise. "Destiel." Before Dean has a chance to say anything, I start sprinting into mines as Sams room. They know about my relation to Chuck, so they probably know about me reading the books...

Either way, I'm going on tomorrows hunt. And I'm getting a long talk from Sasquatch.