Dribs and Drabs of One Shots

Sam Winchester - Crossing Roads

Based off the imagine from imaginingsupernatural on tumblr:

Imagine Sam and Dean pulling you out of class to go hunting

Warnings: possible angst

(gif not mine!)

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'You're a hundred percent sure you don't need me today?' I asked as I watched Dean put together his silver gun; a small smirk on his face as he watched me from the motel bed. 'I mean, I can miss a day of school. It's really easy! In fact,' I said as I pulled my phone from my bag, already typing in the school's number. 'I'll just call them now and say that I've suddenly come down with the flu-'

'Don't even try it,' said Sam with a smirk, whipping my phone from my clutches before throwing it to Dean who caught it effortlessly; sending a chaste wink my way.

I groaned loudly before flopping backwards onto the bed; my legs hanging off the edge. 'This. Is. Ridiculous! The only  reason I agreed to coming with you guys so that I could skip  school, not go to it!'

'You didn't get a choice!' Sam laughed as he placed the weapons from the bed into the bag. 'Bobby knew that you would end up burning the house down whilst he was away so he made us look after you.'

'You and I both know that if dad had it his way, he would place me in a boarding school and leave it at that...' I mumbled as I stared at the ceiling of the motel room.

'Look sweetheart; your dad made us promise to look after you whilst he went on a hunt with Rufus. He made us swear in blood that we'd take you to school. Besides, I think we all know that anyone who crosses Bobby doesn't live for very long afterwards.'

I rolled my eyes as I tried to figure out a way of somehow skipping school and going on the hunt for the shapeshifter. 'He would never know! Besides,' I said, finally sitting up. 'If I'm going to grow up and become a hunter, what's the point of having an education? It's not like algebra is going to help with slicing off a vampires head or even burning a witches hex bags!'

Sam and Dean exchanged a knowing look before turning their attention back to me. 'You're still going,' said Dean with a smirk as I moaned before grabbing a pillow, placing it over my head and falling back onto the bed.

'I swear you never normally complain about school this badly,' said Sam as he walked to my side; his voice sounding muffled due to the pillow. 'What's happening that makes you want to skip it?'

'The same reason every other normal being in the world wants to skip school; it's school. Not everyone's blessed with a thirst for knowledge like you, Sam!'

Sam laughed quietly before pulling the pillow from my grasp; bits of my hair blowing round my face. 'Is it someone at school who you don't want to see?'

I rolled my eyes as I scoffed. 'Really, Sam. Do you think that if I did have a problem with someone that I, Robert Singers daughter, wouldn't be able to look after myself?'

'She's got that right,' said Dean from across the room before walking over to me and Sam. 'I bet it's something really stupid like she has a class with a boy she declared her love to and can't face.'

I grabbed the pillow from Sam's hands before hitting Dean a few times. Hard. 'I'm kidding! I know you have a crush on me.' He gave me a quick wink, making my eyes widen before chucking the pillow at his retreating figure. He slammed the bathroom door shut as he spoke. 'We need to get going anyway! You're going to be late!'

I looked to Sam, biting my lip as to hide my shuddering breaths. Dean had figured out a few years ago that I had been crushing on Sam ever since we had met which sounded strange as I was 10 and he was 14. Considering that I was 18 and Sam was four years older, with parents like Bobby and John, we knew it could never be a thing. But that didn't stop Dean from taking every opportunity to make jokes every single moment he could, occasionally trying to piss off Sam by pretending that I had feelings for him instead of his brother.