30+ Days of Team Free Will Imagines

Day Eighteen

Prompt: Imagine Sam getting cursed by a witch and the spell makes him think he's a puppy + Imagine Sam giving you puppy eyes because he wants you to stop what you're doing and cuddle with him.

Tags: Female!Reader, Reader/Sam Winchester, Puppy!Sam, Cursed!Sam

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You hear the door of the Bunker slam and Dean call your name.

"In the kitchen!" you call, rinsing your coffee mug and putting it in the sink.

You hear the thuds of someone running through the Bunker and look up, confused. Sam bounds into the kitchen, eyes bright.

"Y/N!" he cries, throwing his arms around you. He immediately begins licking your cheek.

"Shit, no, Sam come-" Dean appears in the doorway. "No, Sam! Stop that!"

He pulls Sam off you, still scolding. You stare as Sam wilts, head lowered and lower lip sticking out.

"Go to your room," Dean orders.

Sam slinks from the room and Dean sighs, leaning against the table. He rubs a hand over his face.

"What the hell was that?" you ask, trying to keep from yelling. "Dean, what's wrong with Sam?"

"The witch hit him with some spell. It'll wear off in a few days, but until then, he's stuck in the mindset of a puppy."

"A puppy?" that does explain the licking. "A puppy?"

Dean sighs again. "Yes. A puppy. He was a nightmare to deal with the whole drive home. I wish you'd been there. It would've made life a lot easier. How are you doing, by the way?"

Sam ordered you off this hunt because you got scraped up by a ghost on the last one. It's been pretty lonely, all by yourself in the Bunker, but you got a lot of reading done. "Better. Puppy Sam probably isn't going to help a lot."

"Yeah, he's a little excited."

"I noticed. What are we going to do with him?"

"He's going to want to sleep in your room, but I was thinking we could lock him in his room tonight- the puppy mindset means he can't open doors. With the soundproofing, he won't be able to keep us up whining."

You nod. It'll be the first time you've slept alone in over a year and you can't help thinking it's going to be just as hard on you as it will be on Sam.

X X X X X X

Dinner is quite the affair. Dean makes swiss chicken and mashed potatoes. Sam isn't capable of eating at the table, so Dean cuts the chicken into small bites and puts the plate of food on the floor by your table. Sam doesn't make nearly as much of a mess as expected, though he does get mashed potatoes in his hair and all over his face.

After dinner, Dean holds Sam still while you wipe his face clean. He whines and complains the whole time, but you succeed in getting the majority of the food off.

Dean lets Sam go and the big man springs away, growling and shaking his head. His floppy hair flies everywhere. You chuckle and head to your room to prep for bed. You're halfway down the hall before you realize Sam is following you.

"No, Sam," you say firmly, turning to look at him. "Go to your room. I'll come see you in a minute."

He whines softly, eyes big and pleading.

"No," you repeat. "I mean it, Sam."

Sam huffs and heads to his room. You still make sure to shut your door behind you. You quickly change into your pajamas and then head down to Sam's room.