Supernatural X Reader Imagines

Nights like this... (Sam X Reader)

Imagine: You and Sam have to spy a skinwalker during the hunt. (The picture shows your outfit for the night)

You woke up in your bed. Strong arms surrounded your bare skin and a light snore was audible. You turned around to meet Sam's face covered with his messy hair. You catched every detail of his peacefully sleeping body. 'How did I ever get so lucky?' you thought to yourself. A smile spread across your face when you heard that he mumbled something. "What was that honey?" No reply. You chuckled because of the fact that Sam must be dreaming. You pulled Sam's arm away carefully to get up. He turned around and mumbled something. You pulled over his flannel and put your underwear on. You exited your shared bedroom and made your way down the halls. Dean was already up and made breakfast.

"Mornin' sunshine!" he greeted you with his shit eating grin. "Hey there" you waved at him and made your way to the fridge. You opened the fridge door and took a look in it. After a few moments of just staring at the almost empty fridge you took a gulp out of the milk carton and closed it again. "Bacon and eggs?" Dean asked. "Sure!" you replied overexcited. Dean chuckled and placed the food on a plate. "Sammy's still sleeping?" "No I'm not" he hugged you from behind and kissed your cheek. "Good morning honey"  you smiled at him. "Now that you're awake we can finally eat breakfast and prepare for the next case." Dean placed the three plates on the table. "Oh really? Do we have to?" you complained. "I'm sorry shorty but I guess we need to. I hate it to let innocent people die." Dean said with a sad smile. You looked at Sam who lead you to the dining table. "Sam..." "(Y/N) you always said that you want to save as many people as possible and no matter how much I'd love to give you a day off... 6 women died during the last week. This is definately a case for us.." he said while he stroked your hand. "I know what I said.. But...." you looked at both of them. "....Nevermind...." You looked down at your plate.

Awesome. Another hunt on your anniversary. The 7th to be exact. You lived with the Winchesters for 8 years now and one year after you met Sam admitted his feelings for you. You had a crush on him since your childhood. John was a close friend of your father so you grew up with Sam and Dean. You got jealous when he was in a relationship with Jess but you never told anyone. Not that Dean noticed and liked to tease you about it...
You're not the kind of person who celebrates the death of the people your beloved ones love. You felt sorry for Sam and you tried your best to help him to get over her, but just in a friendship-way. You lost contact when you had to move away because of family problems and it killed you inside. Actually Sam never forgot you anniversaries but today it seemed different. Everything was fine between the two of you, no fights or anything bad but somehow he must have forgot. It's not hard to tell how hurt you were but you swallowed it and played the strong girl.

"Okay folks I did some research while you... had some 'couple-time' " Dean air-quoted and went on "and I'm sure as hell that we're dealing with a skinwalker." he said while you ate your breakfast. "Wow Dean! Did I... Did we miss something? You've done breakfast for us, you did some research without being told AAAAND you didn't disturb us for once." Sam laughed. "Just don't get used to it Sammy.." Dean mumbled. "Any plans yet..?" you asked with a sigh. "Yeah right! Every women who died, died at a gala display. So I figured out that the two of you go to the next gala display in Michigan and observe the crowd. I will hunt this motherfucker down as soon as you found out who it is. All you have to do is wear something nice, dance a little and watch out for that son of a bitch!" Sam looked over to you and smiled and you smiled back but it was rather forced.

"Dean... You get me all tingly when you take control like that!" Sam laughed and Dean gave him his best bitch face. "I'd say we leave at 6 pm because the party starts at 8. Make sure to get ready early enough. And don't worry I prepared fake IDs!" Dean stood up and walked over to the table in the library to give you your fake IDs. "Mr. and Mrs. Smith? Dean.. Are you... Are you serious?" Sam asked frowning. You had tried to hold back your laughter but you failed. "What?! First thing - you sometimes really act like them! Second of all - I had no better idea..." he mumbled the last part. After you finished your breakfast you got up. "Going to get ready guys!" you said. You made your way trough the halls. "Wait (Y/N).." Sam got up and followed you. He touched your shoulders. "Are you okay honey? You act a little strange." You looked him deep in the eyes and forced yourself to smile. "I'm good Sam, don't worry. I'm just a little tired you know? It's nothing really." Sam looked at you for another moment and frowned. He cupped your cheeks and kissed you passionately. You didn't miss a beat to kiss back and closed your eyes. When the need of air became urgent you two pulled away. Your foreheads were still touching. "I love you (Y/N). Never forget that!" he whispered. You felt his hot breath against your lips what made you smile immediately. "I love you too Sam.." you said and went to your shared bedroom to look for your outfit. Sam watched you walk away and went back to Dean.