Sam Winchester Imagines

Imagine Sharing a bathroom with Winchesters

* An' is a elemental witch

An' lay in the cheap motel bed, staring up at the stained popcorn ceiling. The sun was slowly peeking through the curtains, and Dean was snoring lightly in the bed next to hers. There was pain currently twisting throughout her abdomen and back. She grimaced as the pain logged in her lower back, she instinctively reached for Sam, but her hand fell onto cold sheets. Her heart sank, she should have remembered he wasn't there, she'd felt the bed shift early in the morning. He'd dug through the bag at the end of the bed and pulled on his workout clothes. He'd run his hand across her back, and whispered he was going on a jog. She shifted to her side to grab his pillow, when she felt her period spread. She grumbled audibly into Sam's pillow and took a deep breath, she should have known with that pain logged in her back this period was going to be ridiculous.

She sat up in the bed, pulling back the stiff motel sheets, and cursed under her breath; apparently, her period had started early in the morning, and she'd stained the sheets. She looked over to Dean who was still lightly snoring, She quickly got up from the bed and snatched the sheets off the bed. Dean grumbled and rolled over but did not wake up, she sighed with relief and shoved the bloody sheets in the back of the musty motel closet.

She grabbed her yellow bag duffle off the coffee table and shuffled into the bathroom. Just as the bathroom door shut with a click, she heard the motel door open and Dean's jumble of words that eventually came out as shut the damn door.

She peeled off her sleeping top and tossed it and her underwear in the trash. She simply didn't have the energy to clean either of them and sleeping in Sam's oversized shirts was more comfortable anyway.

She went to turn on the shower and pulled on the hot water tap, and it didn't budge. She growled and pulled hard with both her hands, the water came shooting out, as she slammed against the bathroom wall. The door knob jiggled, and she panicked blood was still dripping down her legs, but she'd locked the door

" An' Doll, you good?" Sam's voice carried over the water, there was a note of concern in his voice, as the door jiggled harder this time.

" I'm fine babe" She called back, and as she slumped against the shower wall, his footsteps retreated. And she stepped into the flow of the shower head, she'd just finished washing her hair when there were two sharp knocks on the door

"An' I gotta take a dump" Dean growled, and Sam's laughter followed . An' stepped out of the shower, rolling her eyes, She pulled out a decently clean bra but raffled around in the bag for clean underwear but came up empty-handed. She sighed and reluctantly pulled out Sam's stolen silk boxer shorts. She'd stolen them a while back when her thighs were chafing. He never mentioned their disappearance, so she figured he either didn't care or didn't know. The knocking on the other side of the door was now becoming instant, she growled in frustration,

"chill the fuck out you freaking caveman" She tugged the boxers over her hips, and struggled to get her bra on her wet body. "she's gonna kill you, Dean"

"She can kill me after, I piss"

" God, go piss in a bush next you neanderthal " She opened the door, still tugging at her bra strap, when he pushed her aside, causing her to tumble forward.

"Fuck dean" she shot as the bathroom door, slammed shut in her face. She went to beat on the door, when it suddenly opened again, her yellow duffle back dropped at her feet and the door slammed shut again. Sam chuckled from the sofa, but his nose was deep into his laptop.

"what the fuck was that" An' swung the old duffle bag onto the bathroom counter, and looked at herself in the mirror, she was defiantly bloated she frowned at herself in the mirror and pinched at her bloated stomach. She sighed frustrated, when Sam's arms appeared around her waist, and his chin resting in the crook of her neck

" That is called morning coffee", he glanced towards the door, she laughed but a cramp twisted its way up her lower abdomen, and instead of smiling she grimaced. Sam frowned and kissed her cheek.

"You beautiful" he whispered into her ear, but looking into the mirror his arms tight around her waist all she could see was the bloated, and all she could feel was the throbbing ache in her back.

" I'm Certainly something" she glared back at herself. Sam kissed her temple this time as one hand dropped from her waist to the band of the boxers. She smiled guilty and arched her back at the pain growing in her back.

"what you are An' is a thief ;beautiful, dirty little thief" He pinched her bottom lightly, as he stepped away. She frowned as his warmth left her body, She turned to see why he left, but he'd already begun walking back to her with a cup of coffee. She smiled and greedily took the cup of coffee from his hands, he laughed and kissed her forehand.

"I should always begin with the coffee. '' He sat back down on the sofa, sipping his own coffee before he picked the laptop back up. She cradled the cup as the warm liquid and caffeine seeped into her, she delighted at the subtle hint of cinnamon. She wasn't sure when Sam learned how she liked her coffee, but it made her feel special even on days like today when cramps twisted their way through her body. She gave one last small glance to her beautiful boyfriend and returned to the mirror to tame her mop of hair. In the end, she ended up simply brushing her hair and leaving it as it was, she was too tired to tie it back in a braid, and she couldn't even find a hair tie to pull it back. She was dressed in a long blue sweater, and Burgundy jeans knowing she was safe from any leak ruining her jeans.

Dean had emerged from the bathroom and shooed her from the sink just as she swallowed down her Advil with the last sips of her coffee. She shot Dean a glare but began to settle herself next to Sam. She sat directly next to him hoping to take some of his body heat for her own. He simply smiled and put his free hand on her knee. She took this as an invitation to wrap her arms around his free arm, he chuckled and squeezed her knee. She was finally content, that was until Dean's phone rang.

" What do you mean, we gotta get to Shreveport Boddy" Dean was pacing around the room, Sam pulled his arm free and began typing Shreveport into the computer, An' sighed in defeat and began packing things into a duffle bag. She'd just finished her own bag and was reaching for Dean when she heard the squeak of the closet door open and her head shot up but it was too late.

" hold the.. What fuck did you two get up to last night," Dean was pointing towards the bloodied sheets, in the back of the closet.

"No not you Bobby, these two freaks I share a room with" She flushed red, and choked on her words. When she looked to her boyfriend for help she realized he hadn't heard a word Dean said. Sam was so absorbed in the article on the laptop he didn't even look up. But Dean didn't drop it,

" hello? You two having Blood Orgies? While I'm at the bar"? He clapped his hands in Sam's face, finally drawing Sam's attention.

"What blood orgies? Dean Bobby is talking about what looks like a shifter colony outside of Shreveport"

"Yeah yeah, see you in 8 hours Bobby" Dean hung up the phone and pointed at the closet " and I'm talking about the bloody sheet balled up in the back of the closet."

Sam's eyebrows knitted together in confusion, the " what?" he got up from the sofa and cast a glance at An' who'd gone completely red. An' couldn't meet his eyes, she was a grown woman, why was she so embarrassed by her own period? Sam didn't care, the man had more than once gone on a product run for her. She had just about swallowed her embarrassment when Sam spoke

" Dude, it's the red wine from the mini bar not blood, stuff taste awful, it's better split out on those sheets trust me"

" red wine?" Dean looked at Sam in disbelief.

"Yes red wine, it split during some" Sam looked back at An' and grinned " it split during extracurricular activities"

Dean looked down disgustedly at the sheets, and slammed the closet door " we Gotta start getting two motel rooms". An' sighed, and slung her yellow duffle bag over the shoulder. "I'm going down" She rushed out of the motel room, and into the cold fall air.

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