Supernatural Imagines/Preferences

"Previously on AMC's The Walking Dead" ~Sam

*Sam and Dean come to question you about the murder of your neighbour but things take an unexpected turn*

"Previously on AMC's The Walking Dead" the Morgan Freeman-like voice announces from my TV. Shit. I can't miss the start. I grip the bowl full of popcorn tighter and sprint through the hallway, almost crashing into the wall. This house is gonna be the death of me one day.

I jump onto the red sofa, spilling some popcorn over the wooden floor. Oh well. I'll clean it all up tomorrow. I've got more important things to do now anyway. I curl into a ball and watch intently as Ricks group breaks into the hospital. I've been waiting for this episode all week. Season 5 mid-season finale.

As Rick places his hand on the door handle, a sharp knock sounds from my front door, giving me a fright. Holy shit. Not now! I groan in frustration. It's getting to the best part... I jog to my black door, swinging it open wildly. This better be quick and important.

There's no way I'm missing this episode. Sure, I could go back and watch it later, but by the  there'll be spoilers everywhere... And I'll have to stay off the internet until I do watch it.

Hello. I'm agent Smith and this is agent Christo." A tall man with luscious hair and a smaller man with apple-green eyes produce their FBI badges. Oh... "Um... Hi, come-" I start but get interrupted by a dreadful scream from the TV.

"Crap!" I yell and bolt into the living room just in time to see a walker get killed off. False alarm. Thank god. The two men come barreling into the room, guns raised and ready to shoot. Fear as well as relief wash over me. Nobody died in the show yet. But there are two armed men in my livingroom.

"Okay..." I slowly say and point to the flat screen that clearly shows them where the screams came from. "Let's start again. I'm (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Is this about the murder of my neighbour?" I ask timidly, sitting down on my sofa and eating a bit of popcorn. What a time for them to come. Not to mention that I'm in my pj's and my hair's like a birds nest.

"We just have a few questions we would like to-" The taller one, agent Smith, starts, but when he looks at the screen a bright smile creeps into his beautiful lips. Okay, stop thinking like that! He's here to talk about murder.

"Miss, may I?" he asks, pointing to the space next to me on the sofa. I smile and nod, passing some popcorn to him reluctantly. Only now do I get a proper look at this stranger though.

He's got soft, brown eyes and lips that are just so damn kissable. He's wearing a black suit with a navy tie. Mr Smith's really tall and handsome. The type that would help anyone no matter what the circumstances.

We sit in silence for about forty minutes, and by the end, tears are streaming down my cheeks. That was so unecessary! I furiously wipe the salty water off my cheeks and let out a shaky laugh. This show is a life-ruiner and I hate it. Maybe I should re-watch it. Nothing to do until February anyway.

I turn to my left and see the FBI agent smiling sadly at me. He's still here?! A blush forms on my puffy cheeks almost immediately, making him chuckle. Oh god this is embarrassing. "Are you free tonight?" He asks out of nowhere, offering me a soft smile. Holy hell... He can't be serious. He's just witnessed me crying, looking like Samara from the 'Ring' and he's still serious? "Y-yes" I stutter, making eye contact with the moose. Well, he does kind of look like one...

"Can I pick you up at seven? we could go watch a movie or something. I'm Sam, by the way..." He trails off, obviously unsure of himself. Is he serious?! "That'd be awesome. We could go and watch Guardians Of The Galaxy if you want." I smile shyly and stand up, leading the much taller mad to the front door. There's a black Impala parked out front with the other man sitting in front. I didn't even realise that he left in the first place.

"You're not actual agents, are you?" I give him my best bitchface, making him chuckle. Wait. So I just let strange men into my house? And why even pretend they're with the FBI? Now I'm a little skeptical. "No, we're not. But I'll see you tonight" he smiles and leans forward, kissing my cheek lightly.

Butterflies erupt in my stomach as I watch him get into the car with an award winning smile. His teeth are so white holy shit. I've got a date. They drive off and I close the door, letting out a shout of joy. I have a date with a good looking man who likes The Wlaking Dead. I erupt into giggles and slide down the door, smiling like an idiot.