Supernatural Imagines and Preferences

Sam x Reader

Side Note - I think I'm going to say in the beginning of the each imagine if its fluffy or smutty so if you don't like smut you won't be surprised when you read it. But this imagine is fluffy.

Setting: This is a continuation of How You Met the Winchesters x Reader. Read that one for more details. Not all imagines will be like this, just this one in particular.

"Whatcha got there?" You joined Sam in researching weird deaths happening around the country.

"I'm checking on the news again." He studied the screen, too engrossed to look at you.

"Fox or CNN?" You laughed, trying to break the awkward tension. He reluctantly drew his eyes away from the screen to look at you. He half smiled, not wanting to part his eyes from the article.

Dean came busting through the motel door. "I got food! But the pie is mine," he exclaimed, licking one of his fingers that had cherry filling on it. After setting the food on the coffee table, he asked Sam to go see something at the impala.

You were left alone in the quiet motel room, with Sam's computer. You couldn't help yourself. You stuck the bulky piece in the medicine cabinet, quickly returning to your seat. They both came back to the room, but Dean took the food, not looking at either you or Sam when he left the room. You walked over to the kitchen to fix a glass of water so you wouldn't laugh at Sam's face when he realized his laptop was gone.

"Y/n, where's my laptop?" He shifted things around, pointing to where he left it.

"Hm, I don't know." You lied, smirking a little.

"It's not funny... where is it?" He ripped off the sheets, checking under the bed , behind the TV, above the sink, pretty much anywhere he could think of. You held your breath every time he got closer to the bathroom, but he was too frantic to notice.

"How about you take me somewhere for a couple of hours, and I'll give it back?"

He stared at you with his big brown eyes, but finally gave in. "Alright, we'll go for a walk."

"Good," you smile triumphantly.

On your walk you came across a steak house, which seemed most appealing to you both. He tried to keep it simple: salad, water, and chicken. You got steak and water, but could have sworn his mouth watered a little at your fries.

"Want one?" You passed the plate over to him.

"No thank you." He politely declined.

"I promise not to tell Dean..." You smiled persuasively.

He picked up one of the smallest fries, eating it for you. "Satisfied?"

"Delighted." You took back your plate, your eyes locking with his. He immediately glanced away, as did you. A light blush crept its way to your cheeks. Surely he wasn't staring... You thought to yourself. You didn't say much after that, until Dean came storming into the restaurant.

"Sam! I've been calling you for the past hour. Oh um, are you on a date?" He smirked at his brother giving him the classic get ya some look.

"No Dean, we were just hungry, considering you took all the food."

"Ok well I'll leave you two to whatever this is." Dean patted his brothers shoulder, leaning down to whisper, "I'll hang at a bar if you want the room."

Sam looked away, him being the one to blush this time. He tried to coax his brother into doing otherwise, but Dean darted for the door. He silently but his lip, seeming to be the most precious thing in the world to you.

"So h-how's your steak?" He asked, attempting to make conversation.

You smiled at his soft brown eyes. "It's delicious."

He couldn't help but smile back. "I'm glad."

No one said much after that, but his vibrant blush and cute stuttering said enough. You really liked him, and it seemed he liked you. You looked forward to getting home to "find his laptop."