Short imagines from CW's show, Supernatural, all of which include the reader (mostly aimed at female readers, sorry!) as the main character. (Writing discontinued, sorry)
Imagine Sam bringing you home when you get drunk and you say everything on your mind.
"Alright, Y/n, I think it's about time I get you home," Sam says, lifting you off the bar stool.
"Just one more," you giggle.
He pays the bartender and tugs at your hand. "That's what you said four drinks ago. Let's go."
You reluctantly let him lead you around the tables and out the front door. Icy wind whips your face and you wrap your arms around yourself.
"Ooh. It's cold!"
"Yeah. Uh huh." He scans the parking lot for his car.
"Hey, you don't look cold. You look hot. Ssssmmokin' hot!" You break down in hysterical laughter and Sam lets out a small laugh.
"Sam, I really like you. I always have. I was just too scared to tell you...too scared."
He leads you to the car and you hold him back before he gets in. You press your lips against his. He reciprocates and holds the back of your head.
Then he pulls away and says, "Y/n you're drunk."
"So?"
"So, how about we get you home and talk about this when you're sober."
He helps you into the back seat and drive you home.
......
The next morning you wake up with a pounding headache. You moan and roll out of bed. Dragging your feet, you make your way to the kitchen for coffee.
"Morning," Sam says with an insanely peppy voice.
"How are you so awake right now?"
"I made you coffee." He hands you a cup and you graciously take it.
"Friggin' angel you are," you mumble as you sip the steamy liquid.
The two of you sit down across from each other and you rub your forehead. When you look up, Sam is staring at you as he sips his coffee. His brows are furrowed and he's obviously thinking hard about something. You look into his wide eyes.
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"Yo, you awake, man. Are you hungover too?"
He laughs. "Nah, I was just thinking."
"About?"
"Well, you were really drunk last night."
"Wasted! Loaded! I couldn't function--" You stop when you see his expression. "What did I do?"
"Nothing bad. You just said a couple things..."
"What? Spill it."
"Just that you really liked me and were too scared to tell me."
You bury your head in your hands to hide your embarrassment. "God, what else?"
"Umm, then you kissed me."
You let your head fall to the table and moan at your cringe-worthy past self. Finally, you force yourself to look up at him.
"I'm so sorry. Wow. That's really awkward... I--"
"I like you too."
You pause and watch him to make sure he's serious. "Actually?"
"Yeah. I ever since I first met you."
You lean over the table to kiss him and he meets you in the middle. He holds your cheek in his hand and glides his lips along yours. You twist your head to the other side and let his tongue slide against your own. You wrap your arms around his neck. He moves a hand down and around your waist.
"Ugh! Get a room!"
You pull away and find Dean in pajamas and a bath robe covering the two of you from his view with a hand. You and Sam laugh as Dean exits the room quickly.
"I'll come back in a few minutes and you'd better be done. Or else it'll be a hard day if I don't get my coffee!"
Sam looks to you and you burst out laughing. You sidle around the table and start up a cup of coffee for Dean, occasionally taking small glances over your shoulder at Sam.
