Random Fandom Imagines 2

Sam Winchester

You sat by the window, staring endlessly. The rain was pouring tremendously, echoing around you. It was somehow soothing.
There was a slight cold breeze, that radiated from the outside. Making you shiver, though you were wrapped up in your coat.
The airport was crowded with strangers. All huddled in, either on their phones or staring at their laptops. It pained you to see that no one interacted with one another.
You sighed, playing with the pages of your book.
As minutes passed by, your phone vibrated in your pocket, causing you to jolt in your seat.
"Hello?" You exhaled.
"Hi sweetheart. Your father and I are about to leave to pick you up soon. What time shall you be arriving?" Your mother stammered.
You let out a long sigh, glancing outside. "I don't know. There's a storm right now, so the flight got delayed."
"Are you serious! You have to try and find an earlier flight."
"Mom, there's nothing I can do. There's a storm! You want me to tell Mother Nature herself to cool with the downpour?" You said sarcastically.
She only but huffed, which you imagined she rolled her eyes as well.
"You can't miss your sisters wedding. She needs you." Your mother spewed.
"I know. I'll try to get home as soon as I can." You stammered. "But I have to go. I'll see you later."
Before she could say another word, you ended the conversation abruptly, and shoved the phone back into your pocket.
It's been two years since you and your sister have spoken. And though it would be longer you knew it was time to face reality.
The thing about love is, you can't help who you fall in love with.
Michael was everything to you. He was one of your best friends growing up and when you two finally dated, you thought that he was it. You two were engaged, just weeks away from your wedding until you walked in on him with your sister. Of all people.
You remembered how you felt. As if your whole world had just stopped spinning and you couldn't breathe.
And though it's been 2 years since the incident, you still find it hard to trust them. To trust anyone.
You let out a long sigh, and tried to keep the images from your thoughts.
There was a light smell of coffee that caught your attention. You looked around, until you met the gaze of the Starbucks sign, ahead of you.
As you started toward the cafe, you rummaged through your purse, looking for your card.
You felt yourself crash into broad shoulders, making you almost fall to the ground. The sounds of paper shuffling and a soft grunt echoed around.
"Shit-im sorry." You yelped, bending down to retrieve the papers that fell.
A sound of a small chuckle hummed in your ears. You slowly looked up, meeting the gaze of hazel eyes.
The man before you was extremely tall, where you had to crank your neck just to see him. Your gaze traced his long, messy brunette hair to his worn combat boots. His eyes were warm, a range of soft colors. It reminded you of sweet Carmel. He was lean, and perhaps well built under that heavy coat that draped over him.
His lips twitched up slightly, flashing you a faint smile.
"It's okay! Don't worry about it." His voice was soothing, causing your stomach to flutter.
There was something about him that intrigued you. But you shook off the thoughts immediately, clearing your throat.
"U-uh here. These are yours." You muttered, handing over the pile of papers.
As he reached for his belongings, your hands gently grazed over each other, causing shivers to run up and down your spine.
He could only smile from the sensation.
"I'm Sam." He addressed.
"Y/N." You smirked, biting at your bottom lip. Something you did out of habit.
You felt yourself shiver from the cold breeze that came directly outside.
You looked past Sam, and toward the line to the cafe, smelling the sweet scent of coffee.
Turning your gaze back, you flashed a soft smile. "How about I buy you some coffee. I mean, it's not like we are going anywhere." You chuckled.
Still feeling horrible from knocking everything out of his hands.
His lips curved, and he nodded, taking a step to the side, motioning for you to lead the way.
You could feel his stare, though you were a few feet in front of him. It made your heart begin to speed. Something you haven't felt in so long.
Nervous as you were, you tried to hold your composure, not once looking back. That was until you foot hit against the back of your heel, making you trip over self.
But without hesitation, Sam scooped his arms around your waist, holding you up.
You were so close, close enough to breathe him in. He scent was intoxicating. It brought you to a high.
He pulled you up and slowly dropped his arms. A smile never leaving his face. "You okay?" He lightly chuckled. Trying to seem concerned, but failing miserably.
You laughed off the embarrassment, feeling your cheeks flush. "I'm great." You muttered. "Thanks."
Sam couldn't help himself, he was hypnotized by you. He noticed the way you grew bashful, the way your eyes crinkled as you smiled down at your feet. He noticed the red tint in your cheeks. And somehow, he knew he wanted to know you.
You cleared your throat, snapping him out of his trance. "Sam, did you hear me?" You exhaled. "Order your drink."
His body tensed as he pursed his lips. "Yea-uh can I-can I have just a regular coffee with sugar and cream please." He muttered to the barista.
The tall blonde nodded, and flashed a wink. Making it extremely obvious of her attraction for Sam.
You rolled your eyes and let out a soft chuckle.
As you both retrieved your hot cups of Joe, Sam ushered for you to sit at the table by the window in the far back.
The rain was still heavy. Hitting the glass repeatedly, it rang in your ears.
The warmth of the coffee felt perfect against your hands. It made you feel at ease.
"Thanks for the coffee." He smiled, snapping you out of your daze.
Your eyes locked with his, and for a moment, you swore time had stopped. His pointy nose was something that caught your eye. It was cute and though it was big, it fit his face perfectly.
"So are you going on vacation for Christmas?" You asked, slowly taking a sip in hopes you won't burn yourself.
He shrugged his shoulders, and curved his lips downwards. "Sort of." He stammered.
You furrowed your brows, unaware of what he meant. The hot liquid scorched your tongue, along you flinch from the pain.
"My brother and I are surprising our mom for Christmas. She has no idea." He chuckled. "I mean, I haven't been back to my hometown in years so I guess you can say it's a vacation."
You smiled at the thought of him and his brother, who you tried picturing, but somehow managed to get an image that looks exactly like Sam, surprising their mom.
"You and your family are close?" You asked, still holding the cup in your hands. Indulging in the heat.
"Yea, I mean, my family is all I have. They are everything to me." He smiled.
You tried to remember a time when you felt that way about your family. When everything wasn't so screwed up. But you couldn't. All you could think about was the fact that your sister was about to marry Michael. And it made you sick.
"Y/N." Sam stammered, raising an eyebrow.
"Wh-what?" You hummed.
He chuckled, flashing an innocent smile at his coffee, before meeting your gaze once again. "You seem like you have a lot on your mind." He muttered.
You took in a long deep breath. Nodding your head slowly as you pursed your lips. "Yea, i mean it's not everyday your sister marries your ex fiancé." You blurted out.
Sam's eyes widened, as your words stitched into him. He cringed at the last word, when your voice slightly shook.
"Woah-wait, what?" He exhaled.
You blew out a breath and hung your head low. "Nothing. Let's forget it."
The pain in your voice was very distinct. He could see just how distraught it made you. And though all he wanted was to know more, he didn't want to force you into talking about anything you weren't comfortable with.
"If your house was on fire and you had-"he paused and shrugged his shoulders a bit. "And you had 60 seconds, what would you take?"
You furrowed your brows at him. Baffled at the question he just asked. "What?" You breathed.
"If your house was-"
"No I heard you, I just. I don't know, I never thought about it." You whispered.
The sound of the intercom startled you. A woman's voice spoke over the speaker, informing that the storm has ceased and the plane was ready to board passengers.
You felt your heart sink to the pit of your stomach as the thoughts of your family spammed your mind, like a movie playing over and over again.
Swinging your legs and hopping out of the chair, you hung your purse over your shoulder.
Sam propped up on his feet, clearing his throat.
"Guess that's you?" He asked.
You nodded and flashed a soft smile. "Yep. Off to the cold Colorado!" You chuckled.
"It was really nice to meet you, even though it was for only a few hours." He muttered, staring intently at you.
"It was nice to meet you too. Hope you have fun with your family." You stammered.
As you were about to turn away, Sam slipped his hand into yours. Causing a small shock to vibrate through you.
Spinning you around, you couldn't help but laugh. He gently pulled you in to him, and gave you a gentle hug. Breathing him in, you felt safe in his arms. As if you were meant to be exactly right where you were.
But with all the things you have been through in your life. With the constant reminder that love is just a shout into the void. And you were finding yourself, falling for a guy you barely even knew.
You pulled away from him, clearing your throat as your cheeks grew warm.
"Well I ought to be leaving. Don't want to miss my flight." You spewed. "Goodbye Sam."
You turned on your heels, and made your way to the terminal. Leaving Sam behind with his thoughts running wild. He watched you fade into the crowd, until you were no longer visible.
"Good bye, Y/N." He mumbled to himself.
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Finally reaching to your seat, you were fortunate to sit next to the window. Something you loved more than anything.
There was something about staring endlessly at the clouds you flew through that made you feel calm. It made you forget all of your worries.
You placed in your headphones, blasting your music as you waited to take off.
But there was one thing that wouldn't leave your mind. That even though you tried so hard to think of anything else, you just couldn't.
You couldn't keep yourself from thinking about him.
About Sam.