Supernatural Imagines: Book Two

Your Little Psycho

Pairing: Mafia!Sam Winchester x Female!Reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Your mafia boyfriend takes you out for dinner when he sees a man staring at you in a not-so-innocent way. What he does next... doesn't surprise you all that much.

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It's always nice to go out to dinner with your boyfriend whenever he has a chance to. He's always so busy, but he will always make time for you because he will always put you first before anyone else. You two are out at your favorite restaurant in your town, and the fucker actually bought it for you. He bought a fucking restaurant for you so that you never have to pay when ever you come here to eat.

You tried telling him it's not necessary, but he claims he has all this money to waste away, so why not spend it on you?

Sam Winchester is one of the biggest mafia bosses this town has ever seen. Scratch that, this country has ever seen. He's rich beyond comparison, so he can do whatever he wants without anyone questioning his decisions. You kind of go along for the ride most times. If he buys out an entire city for you two, then you go with it. If he buys you a restaurant, then you enjoy the food. It's annoying at times, but you know he does it out of love.

The only thing you wish you could change about him is his temper. He's very intense and very violent, so whenever he loses his patience, someone is dying. He never does anything without reason, so if he kills someone, then you know they deserved it. Jealousy and possessiveness are also two qualities that Sam has. You're clearly his, and if someone dares look at you the wrong way, then he will act out impulsively.

"Do you know what you want?" you ask him, looking at the menu.

"No."

You know you shouldn't have asked because he always tells the waiter/ess to surprise him with whatever they think is best. You don't know what you want, so you're looking at the vast array of options. You want something you've never tried before, so you're tied between two options.

"Oh, Sam, Tessa's birthday is coming up, and I'd really like it if I could take her to Paris or something. She's always wanted to go shopping in an exotic country. Could we use your jet?"

"Y/N, I tell you this time and time again. What's mine is yours. I think shopping in Paris is a great idea. When are you going?"

"In two weeks. I know I can use it, but I wouldn't feel right if I took it without at least asking."

You look up to see Sam staring at you like he's been doing since you've sat down. You blush and are about to put the menu up to hide your face when his eyes shift from you to someone who is behind you. Instantly, his mood changes from good to bad. Sam knows what a man is thinking when he stares at an object of his desires. He knows the evil that he wishes he can do to you, and it's not sitting well with him.

"What is it?" you go to turn, but he grabs your hand to stop you. You know exactly what is happening without having to look. "Let it go, Sam. It's not a big deal."

Sam is pissy for the next five minutes, moving his eyes from you to the creeper right behind you. You're already putting it out of your mind, and when you decide on an item, you look at your boyfriend.

"Sam, let it go. I know what I want to order."

"Good. Order for the both of us. I don't care what I have. I'm going to use the restroom."

He gets up without another word just as our waitress gets to the table. You sigh and think about following after him, but decide against it. You shake your head and place two orders in, handing back the menus to the waitress. You're only alone for ten more minutes before Sam comes back in a much better mood along with the food.

"Why were you gone for so long?" you ask when the waitress leaves.

"My tummy hurt," he says innocently, but you know that's a fucking lie.

"Bullshit," you mumble and take a sip of your wine.

You both dig into your food happily, enjoying each other's presence quietly. You're only three bites in when you hear a loud thump come from behind you. You turn to see the man who had been oogling you now face down on his plate of food.

"Samuel," you hiss, turning back to your boyfriend.

"What?" he groans in annoyance.

He hates being called his full name by you, but you do it when he's in trouble.

"What did you do to him?"

"I paid the waiter to poison the fucker," he grins.

"Honey, you can't just kill anyone who looks at me wrong," you whisper so others don't hear.

"If you knew what he was thinking, you'd want him dead too. I love you, Y/N, and I will do anything to protect you."

"You know, you're a child sometimes."

"You love it."

You two go back to eating as if your boyfriend didn't just kill someone. He's a psycho sometimes, but he's your psycho.