Sam Winchester Imagines

Anger

"Y/N, calm down!" You hear Dean yell at you. You pick something up, throwing it at his head. He ducked and the thing you threw shattered on the ground.

Sam walk out of his room slowly, rubbing his eyes.

It was late... Or early. Either way, he were tied and wanted to be asleep. You, Sam, and a Dean had been in a hunt most of the night. The three of your missed a huge clue. It didn't help that Sam and Dean were making fun of your anger a little. They meant well, but it was agitating.

"What's going on?" Sam ask sleepily as he yawns.

"Sorry, Sam..." You apologize. "Please go back to bed..."

"Tell me what's going on..." He say, sitting down on the couch. He look over at the two of you. A vein in my neck was popping out, like it did when you were angry.

"I said... Go to bed..." You growls.
"Dean..." Sam start.

"What's up?" He asks.

"Leave," Sam continues blankly.

"Excuse me?" He says with a look of disbelief.

"Please, Dean. Get out."

"Whatever," he says, shaking his head.

"Thank you," Sam under his breath.

"Sit down," Sam tell you nicely.

"I don't understand why you w-" you were cut off by him.

"Just do it."

"Fine..." you say and sit next to him on the couch.

"Turn that way," he says, pointing the opposite direction of him.

You obey and you feel him snake his hands all over your back. He works his way up to your shoulders, digging in his thumbs slightly.

"Why don't you tell me what's wrong?" He whispers in your ear.

You arched you back a little as he slid his hands down to the base of your spine.

You had always had a thing for the younger Winchester. He always had a way of making you happy.

"You and Dean kept making fun of me..." You say quietly.

"That just means we love you," he says, "And if it was bothering you so much, you should've said something."

You hear a loud snore from Dean's room and let out a small laugh.

"I should apologize to him," you say, squirming your way out of Sam's grip.

"I wouldn't recommend waking him up, Y/N," Sam informed you.

You nod. "I'll grab him a second pie tomorrow morning," you say and you see Sam smile.

You lie down on the couch, resting your head on Sam's lap. You feel him run his fingers through your hair gently.

"How about you go to bed and we'll talk about it more in the morning, okay?"

"Can't we just sleep like this?" You mutter sleepily. You were worn out from the earlier fight.

"Why?" He asks.

"I'm too tired to get up," you state, almost asleep.

Suddenly, you feel yourself being lifted into the air by Sam. You were too tired to protest so you lie in his arms lazily as he carries you to a bedroom.

After a moment of being on the bed, you open your eyes. You realized that you were in Sam's room and he was stripping his shirt off.

"Damn," you thought, "He's even more muscular than I pictured."

He lies down in his bed right next to you. You pretend to be asleep as he cuddles up to you.

"Goodnight, beautiful," you whispers in your ear as he fell asleep.

You stayed up all night thinking about what he said and slowly slipped out from under the covers at 6:00.

You had to get Dean's pie.