Supernatural Imagines

Sam - Theif #END

You furrowed your eyebrows, padding barefoot through the bunker, wondering where Sam could be. You had checked his room- no, your room, you two shared it now-, the library, the kitchen, the extra file room, but no boyfriend.

"Sam?" you called through the halls, hoping he would answer you. It wasn't like you always wanted to know where he was, but neither of you had plans for the day, and you had hoped to spend it together.

You quickly backtracked as you saw the door to the garage open, slowly opening it farther. Peaking inside, you saw Sam sitting on the floor, your lock piles on either side of him, his back to you. He had boughten you all new locks the week before, once he had heard Dean scream like a girl at seeing you fall out of the vent in his room. Sam had laughed, commenting how you were obviously bored, while Dean still barely spoke to you still.

You smiled as you heard Sam mutter a string of curse words, obviously having problems.

You walked over to him, placing your hands over his shoulders. "Having problems?" you asked.

He sighed, putting the bobby pin and lock down as he looked up at you. "Doors I can do. Windows are easy. Cars are almost too easy. But I can't get these ones."

You laughed, saying, "Lift up your arms." Sam, confused to say the least, lifted up his arms. You sat directly into his lap, pulling his arms back down around you.

A smile grew on his face as soon as you sat down, and he easily wrapped his arms around you. You gently placed your hands over his, guiding him in picking the lock. "Don't rush it," you said. "Feel the lock, the way the mechanisms work." You tried not to get distracted as Sam resting his head against yours, his breath gently tickling your ear. "You have time, there's no rush."

You could feel Sam's chest gently rise and fall against your back, Sam not noticing as he did what you said, eventually opening the lock.

You both smiled, Sam's grinning as you learned up and kissed him. "Do I get a kiss every time I open a lock?" he asked, a small smirk on his lips.

"Oh, if I kissed you every time you unlocked one, you wouldn't get very many done," you replied.

Sam leaned in, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. "I think I can deal with that," he whispered, before kissing you again.

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"Are you sure you want to do this?"

You sighed, clipping the last hoo on your harness. "I'll be fine, okay? I use to do this all the time, and we need the info."

You and the boys had found a case, and so far it had been easy. But now, you needed certain information, which happened to be in a certain office that the worker barely left. Like at all. So, you had hatched a plan. Dan would distract him enough to get him out of the room, while you got in through the window. Sam was only worried because the office was on the 15th floor of a 25 story building.

Sam sighed, making sure the rope was secure. "Alright, let's just get this over with." He took your hand, gently running his thumb over the back of it. "Kiss for luck?"

"Who needs luck?" you replied. "I have you." You kissed him quickly, winking as you then proceeded to jump off the edge of the building.

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"That was awesome!" Dean yelled, giving you a high five.

The "extraction" had been a complete success. You had gotten in through his open window, found the file faster than Dean or Sam thought you would, and was out before Dean was even half way through his distraction.