Supernatural Imagines/Preferences

Like a Virgin ~Sam

*Imagine having to come clean because of Crowley*

I close the old door of our shitty motel room behind me and freeze in the spot immediately after I take in the view, dropping the two Apple pies in my hands with a 'thud'. "Not the pie!" Dean moans, not breaking eye contact with the man in black. Crowley. Instinctively, I reach down my boot and come out with the demon knife. Dean and Sam always give it to me when I go out shopping. Just incase. I've only ever needed to use it once.

But as I get a better look, I see that the mighty King of Hell is stuck in a demon trap. This makes me exhale in relief, but doesn't falter the panic. "Why is Crowley here?" I snap and glare at the two Winchesters. They know how much I hate ️Demons. After they killed my family, I hate them as much as Kellin Quinn hates Vans.

"Hello, love. I'll let moose and squirell here explain the situation" Crowley smiles his little sleezy smile, his brittish accent making 'squirell' sound kind of funny. My cold gaze shifts to Sam, the sensible one of the two.

"Crowley wants us to bring the alphas. The creators of monsters. The original ones. Today's guest, alpha dragon." Dean speaks up just as Sam was away to speak. Why the hell would Crowley want us to do such thing? Doesn't he have an army of demons who could do it for him?  "What for?" I ask, making eye contact with Crowley. But honestly. Can't he get his demon servants to do it?

"That does not concern you, (Y/N)" he says coldly, rolling his eyes. Why are we even doing this for him? But the reason the Winchesters are doing this must be pretty serious. Really serious. Threats, maybe? I sigh in defeat and nod, bending down to pick the pie off the floor.

Damn, I was actually looking forward to eating this delicious son of a bitch. I put the pies into the brown bin next to the door and go sit next to Sam on our bed. "So, a dragon? Wow... How do we kill it?" I ask, getting straight to business. The sooner we get this over with, the better.

Crowley makes an approving noise and nods his head slightly. Guess he didn't think it would be so easy. "You don't kill them. You bring them to me." Crowley says, standing inside the trap impatiently.

"And they go after virgins" Dean adds in a cheeky voice, a grin on his face. He's obviously not gonna be a target. But oh god. A blush forms in my cheeks and I stand up, smudging the trap. Within a second, Crowley's gone.

I turn around to the now confused Winchesters. This is so embarrassing. And I haven't even started explaining anything yet... Dean will tease the shit out of me. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.  "I can't go on the hunt with you guys... I'm... Im a virgin" The last part's barely a whisper, but it's clear they heard. I open my eyes again and look at both of their faces. Sams surprised face and Deans unbelievable expression.

"Wait. You're meaning to tell me that after two years of you two... And you're still a... No. Not acceptable. You have an hour. Then we're leaving." Dean says incredulously, standing up and leaving the small motel room with a smirk. Holy shit. Is he serious? Sure, I've always wanted to try, but I'm sort of shy about it...

"Okay" Sam says softly, pulling me towards the bed by my hand.