Supernatural Preferences & Imagines

Sam Winchester Imagine

He doesn't know a thing about you.



The bar was crowded and warm, cheers erupting every now and then. You swivelled back to the bartender, smiling. Tonight was game night and people were at the bar getting drunk with every touchdown made. "Add it to my tab," you winked, slightly but mostly intoxicated like all the hardcore fans. The guy gave you a weary look, sending that in some way he wouldn't get paid. But, then again, that's what boobs were made for. Well, not technically—they're for baby use only. Again, who does that? They're also a weapon that's dangerous. Like, to make guys stop doing what they were doing or to get off scot-free for paying. But they can also lure in bad guys, and no girl likes touchy guys that are creepy and—

"Hello,"

A deep voice snatched you up from your thoughts. You turned and smiled lightly at the guy, all rational thoughts flying out the window with your soberness. "Are you alone?" You tugged down at the hem of your black dress, batting your eyelashes. It didn't seem like you were drunk, but you were. "Nah. I mean, I am. But not alone lone." He raised one of his eyebrows and you giggled. "Do you get what I mean? What I'm dishing out?" He chuckled and sat down closer to you, ordering two beers on him. "I'm Logan," he introduced himself, no duh. "[Y/N], do you want to know something?" He nodded, leaning in close. You did too, your lips skimming his ear. "The Winchesters don't know that I'm here," you whispered, pulling away and drinking your beer. Damn, this was going to be one helluva hangover tomorrow.

Logan laughed, your senses ignoring his nervousness. "So, you're pretty." He blurted out, his cheeks tinged with red. You blushed and gently shoved your strapless shoulder to his. "Stop it. But, no, keep 'em coming," you winked and you both broke out into laughter. "Hey, hey!" You got up and grabbed his bicep, pulling him behind a crowd with a strong grip on him and your beer. "The brothers have arrived for me, too bad I don't wanna be found." Logan was curious and then you clapped your hands. "That's right!" You grew serious despite being drunk.

"I'm in a fight with Bigfoot over there."

Logan was still confused and you began to explain, your lip wobbling after a few minutes. "...and they left me. Like I'm just a baby that needs to be taken care of. A boyfriend doesn't do that!" You started to weep and Logan shifted uncomfortably. He brought you into a hug, letting you cry. To be honest, he came over to hook up with you but now he wasn't so sure. You would be a great friend—plus you just dropped the B-Bomb that no single guys ever wants to hear a pretty lady say. "Hey! You, hands off!" Bigfoot, apparently your boyfriend, grabbed you and put distance between the three of each other.

You hiccuped and looked up, shaking slightly. You pulled away from him, crossing your arms. "I'm mad at you right now. I want to be with Logan." He looked hurt, which hurt you. "Stop that, I can't be mad at you, Sam, if you do that." You pouted, making Sam smile and hug you, his eyes glaring at Logan when you weren't looking. Logan just slowly backed away, waving. "Just, I hope everything works out. And, man," he shook his head. "She made you sound like a douche the way you treated her." With that, he was gone and Sam was left alone with a emotionally unstable, drunk, you. "I'm sorry, baby," he kissed the top of your head. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I just wanted the best for you." You sniffled and looked up at him, your eyes soft. "I know." Was all you said before pressing your lips to his, Sam's hands lowering and holding onto your hips tightly. You looped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

Soon, you both pulled away. He was smiling and you were, too. "I love you, baby," you cooed and nestled you head into his chest, feeling his hand grab onto the hem of your dress and yanked it down to cover your ass. He turned you so your breasts weren't exposed to anyone and held you securely, like a good boyfriend. "I love you too, babe." Dean found you guys, looking at the way Sam held you.

"You can totally tell that her—" Sam shifted you so quickly, Dean stopped. "Well, now I can't see a damn thing." He frowned and Sam glared at him before shuffling out of the bat with you, careful to not show your ass or breast. He would fend of hungry guys with one look, also because of his height and muscles. He had an advantage over these guys.

Back at the motel, Sam had gotten you two another room. He laid you on the bed and crawled over you, kissing your neck as you wrapped your hands in his hair. "I don't like it when other guys talk to you, it makes me feel..." You cut him off with a painstakingly slow kiss, pulling away and kissing his bottom lip. "Now you know how I feel." You whispered before he tugged off your dress.



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Is it just me or do I see some more chapters in the future?

Literally, two days in a ROW. Like it? I do. And I have more ideas! Plus, we'll make an achievement soon, I promise ;) more chapters REAL soon!

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