Sam Winchester Imagines

Suit and Tie

A/N: This was requested by sammywammy_. I drew the dress in the media bar. That's just what I saw in my mind when I was writing it, you can imagine it anyway youd like. The black shaded part on the side is a slit in the dress. The crossed part on the top of the dress is a sheer, black lace, and the dress itself is black and that's how the hair is in my mind, and yeah :) OH AND ALSO YES I DREW THE BOOBIES I WAS WORKING ON PROPORTIONS AND YES I KnOW THEY'RE UNEVEN okay carry on (my wayward son) now :)

"I hate dresses," you say, rolling your eyes.

"I love dresses," Sam says. He pauses and you raise your eyebrows. "No! Not on me-- I mean on other people." You raise your eyebrows again, a small smirk playing on your lips. "On women! Not men." He rubs his face. "I'm going to go take a shower before I say anything else stupid."

You laugh and go into yout room. You go to your closet and get out the new dress you bought just for the occasion. It was a floor-length, sleeveless, black dress that had a slit in the left side, revealing your leg. It had sheer, black lace from the top of the dress to your neck line. You paired it with a pair of black heeled booties that were high, but not uncomfortable.

You go into your private bathroom and begin on your hair. You decide to curl it loosely and once you're done with that, you pull the right/left (whichever side you do have bangs on or whichever you prefer if you don't have side bangs) and pin in in place.

You then put on your makeup. "Think classy, elegant. Natural," you say to yourself.

One you're done, you give yourself a once-over in the full length mirror on your door. You breathe a sigh of relief, feeling confident.

Sam knocks on your door and you open it. His mouth is open, ready to say something, but it snaps shut once he sees you.

"Cat got your tongue?" You smile at him.

"Uh... Um... You look great," He finally manages.

You smile, "Shut up," you say, slapping his arm playfully.

It was quiet for a moment before you look him over. His hair frames his face perfectly, drawing attention to his jaw and cheek bones. His eyes were a blue-green on the outside that faded to a yellow-brown on the inside. Your eyes continued down his strong body, and they land on his tie. You reach up to it and straighten it out due to the fact that it was leaning slightly to the left.

"Thanks," he said, giving you a kind smile.

"Wait," You say, your eyes landing on his feet. "you're missing a shoe." (Oh, how I love references)

"Wha-" he looks down, realizing both shiney black shoes were, in fact, on his feet. "You're horrible," he smiles.

You flip your hair slightly, "I try," you say and the two of you laugh.

"We should probably leave now," he states, holding his arm out for you to link.

You bow down slightly, "Thank you, kind sir."

He walks you too the car and holds the door open for you.

"Well, aren't you a gentleman," you say, gladly sitting in the passenger seat, smiling.

He closes the door and walks over to the driver seat, entering and puts his seat belt on, starting the car.

After a few minutes of driving in silence, "Remind me why Dean isn't coming," you request.

His fists clench tighter onto the stearing wheel, and you can almost see the jealousy flash in his eyes. "He said it was a two-man job and that he'd rather be drunk." He shrugs, re-gaining his composure.