Supernatural imagines

SamXreader part 2

My morning started out pretty great. Weirdly enough, I didn't really read this morning. I would always read in probably an hour, but I was too busy thinking about this date I was gonna have with Sam. I hoped he did take this as a date because I did. I couldn't wait to see him again. But why was I so excited to see him when I met him yesterday for the first time? God, if I was in love, I wouldn't know what to do.

But Sam had the gorgeous look, perfect taste in music and books. And, um, he reads? I've never met a guy that would sit in a bar and read a book. Any other guy would be drinking and trying to hit on me by cheesy pick-up lines, so Sam is something different. A good different.

"Y/n!" I trailed my thoughts off and turned to see who the voice belonged. Shit, my boss. He must be pissed.

"Uhm, yes, Crowley?" I replied.

"I would fire you now, but I'll give you a warning,"

My throath turned dry. God damn I was sick of this job and his accent. I get way to little paid and I really do work my ass off.

Why did I work here in the first place? The people I served were rude and even my boss was a british douche! I couldn't take this anymore.

"I quit." I said with a smile. I took off my apron and dropped it on the floor. I felt people staring at me, which made me kinda uncomfortable, but I kept going.

Crowley let his jaw drop. He was of course confused and mumbled out a "what", which I replied with a bitchy smirk, and left the building.

As I got out of the shitty café, I took a big breath and bursted out laughing. I couldn't help to think about why I didn't have any friends, because I was actually hella funny. And God, I've been dreaming about doing that since forever. I've been working on that café for three months, and it has been a living hell. Crowley is a total moron and I have hated him since day one.

But then it hit me; I didn't know why I did it. I needed the money. I hate being caught up in things and lose myself, but I've never lost myself that bad. God, I'm so stupid. Maybe I should go back and ask for the job again? Uh, how stupid can I be, of course he won't take me back. And when did I become such a badass?

I took up my phone to check the clock. I had gotten a message.

FROM: UNKNOWN

Hi, it's Sam :) wanna go and hang out at the bar we met on?

I smiled as I read it. I must have a bigass crush on Sam. I've been thinking about his non-stop since I met him, but hey, who can blame me? He is the man of my life.

I changed the number's name to "Sam." and quickly answered him.

FROM: YOU
I would love to. Now? :)

It did take long enough for him to answer.

FROM: SAM
If you have time :)

FROM: YOU
Okay, I'll be there.

I placed my phone back to my pocket, and went straight towards the bar. I had with me my backpack, which was just filled with books and necesarry things I needed. I walked some small blocks, and finally I saw the bar. I walked up to the front door, and took a deep breath.

"Hi. Hiya. Hello. Hey, sexy. Yo, wassup?" I mumbled to myself in different tones. "Screw it, take a chance, y/n." I opened the door, and felt the little smell of beer hit me face, like yesterday. It didn't smell that bad, but it was definately beer. I saw the same bartender, and Sam sitting there reading. I smiled and sat next to him. He took his attention away from the book and to me, with a big smile on his face. God damn his smile dimples were so cute.

"Did you wait long?" I asked as I took off my jacket.

"Nope, just got here." He replied.

"Done with work already?" He asked.

"Nope, I quit." I said and chuckled.

"You quit?" He said. He sounded a bit surprised. Why'd he be surprised?

"Yeah. My boss is an ass and I am actually thrilled." I said. I didn't lie, though, I was thrilled.

"Don't you have work?" I asked.

"No, was done for an hour ago." He said. My eyes trailed down from his eyes, to his lips. His soft, pinky-

Sam leaned closer in towards me, and his lips met mine. He kissed me. He kissed me? I didn't kiss back. I was in too much shock and it all went way too fast. I mean, I met him yesterday and we are supposed to kiss already? But I loved every single moment of our lips touching even though I couldn't collect my own thoughts. If this was any other guy, I would probably have puked or something, but Sam was, as I said, something different.

He must have realized that I didn't kiss back and he broke the kiss.

"I-I'm so sorry, I should leave," he said as soon as he broke the kiss off. We started into each others eyes for a second, but he cleared his throat and got up from his chair. He was about to walk away, but I didn't want him to. "No, wait, Sam." I said and grabbed his arm. I looked into his eyes and he looked into mine. "I really do like youm y/n. Even though we met yesterday. I'm sorry, this was a mistake." He said, but I got up from my own chair and kissed him. This time, I knew what I did. He didn't do anything first, but soon enough, he kissed me back. He placed his hands on my chin, and I placed mine around his neck.

We slowly broke the kiss off to breathe, and smiled at each other as our forhead touched. "Get a hotel, please!" The bartender yelled.