Supernatural Imagines

My Hero

Hello everyone! Again, I am so sorry for the long wait! Now this imagine was requested, and I can't remember who requested it! So please, if this is yours, message me or leave me a comment! I will fix it! I am going to do this in a Readers POV, but if the person that requested it wants it in first, I will rewrite it!

Request: Lucifer trying to kill you and Sam saves you.

It all started like a normal week. You, Sam, and Dean were between hunts and were relaxing at Bobby's for the weekend.

You were currently in the kitchen, sitting at the table while My Chemical Romance played off the radio beside you. You were updating your journal, writing about the Angels and the ones to definitely stay away from.

You were so engrossed in your writing, you didn't realize Sam was in the room till he laid his hands on your shoulders.

"Hey babe," he greeted and leaned down to give you a kiss. "What are you doing?"

You gave him a tired smile and shut the journal. "Just updating my stuff."

He nodded and pulled out chair to sit beside you. After he had sat, he leaned forward to grab your hand. "Why can't our lives be like this all the time?"

You sighed, feeling Sam's thumb run across you knuckles. "What do you mean?"

"Us. You, me, Dean, Bobby. We're all just sitting around, nothing pressing is happening and we can just relax."

"Well," you started to tease. "The apocalypse is still hanging over our heads..."

"Y/n!" Sam said with a laugh. He leaned forward to gently push your shoulder while trying to conceal his laughter. You giggled along with him, happy that for once, you could laugh and not have to worry about tomorrow.

The sound of a book slamming made you both stop; and not two seconds later, Dean yelled, "Can you two please cut that out?!"

You and Sam slowly turned to look at each other before saying in unison, "nope!"

You heard Dean laugh, and then the sound of a chair being moved. Dean swaggered his way into the kitchen, beer in his hand, and the other massaging his temple.

"Well" he said. "I'm going to sleep. Will you two please keep it down? Keep it PG-13."

Your cheeks heated up and Sam groaned. "Really Dean?"

Dean held his hands up. "Hey! I'm just asking." He turned and started towards the stairs before he stopped. "And don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

You yelled out Dean's name and Dean just laughed and continued his way up the stairs.

You turned to look at Sam, and you leaned forward to brush his hair out of his face.

He leaned his face into your hand, a small smile gracing his handsome face. "I love you" he said. "With all my heart. You know that right?"

You smiled and nodded. "Well, you did just tell me." That earned you an eye roll. "Of course I know that. I love you too."

Sam looked you right in the eyes and asked "you do?"

It broke your heart a little bit, but you smiled nevertheless and leaned forward to give him a soft kiss. "I really do. I wouldn't say if I didn't mean it."

Satisfied with your answer, Sam smiled and leaned forward to press his forehead against yours.

"Are you tired?"

You opened your eyes and shrugged. "If you want to sleep, we can go."

Sam suddenly stood up and took both of your hands in his. He helped you up, and moved both of your arms around his neck while he wrapped his around your waist.