Supernatural Imagines

Sam X reader--Tongue-tied

"Y/n, what are you going to do?" Your best friend asks you as you walk down the school hallway, "You can't go to prom without a date."

"I know. I was planning on asking someone if I'm still dateless by the end of this week."

"Who?"

You shrug. "Maybe just one of our friends..."

"Ok, whatever. Just keep me updated."

"Sure thing," You say, heading into your first hour classroom. Mr. Miller sits at his desk in the corner, nodding hello to the incoming students. You take your seat beside Sam Winchester and smile at him.

"Hey, Y/n. How was the concert?"

"Sam, it was amazing! I wish you could have come." You say this as sincerely as possible. You really did miss him last night. The two of you had been planning on going together ever since you found out he liked the same band. Even though you had gone with other friends instead, you still felt the hle he was supposed to fill.

"Yeah me too. Sorry for backing out last minute." He hangs his head, avoiding eye contact.

You touch his shoulder and he looks back up at you. "It's fine. I don't want you to get in trouble if he didn't want you to go anyway."

"The ironic thing is that Dean told me that Dad didn't want me to go, but I came home last night and there was a note that said Dean was at the concert."

"Aw, you're kidding! That sucks. Was Dean lying about what your dad said?"

He shrugs. "I have no idea."

"Oh." I pull out my homework and adjust the books on my desk. Students fill the room and the warning bell rings.

"Y/n," Sam says, breaking the silence.

"Yeah?"

"Um, I was wondering..." He hesitates.

You look into his bright eyes, waiting. Your mind spins in circles as you guess what he could be asking. Hoping he'll ask you to prom, you prompt him to continue. "Yes...?"

"I was wondering if..."

The bell rings, interrupting him, and Mr. Miller takes the spotlight. He rambles about math and formulas, but you watch Sam, hoping he'll ask the question. 

When class ends, the class scrambles to gather their belongings and rush from the room. You catch Sam before he leaves.

"Hey, what were you going to ask me?"

He waves his hand and shakes his head. "It's nothing."

"Sam! What was it? You can't just start a sentence and not finish it. The suspense is killing me!"

"It's not important. See you later!"

Sam turns his back on you and walks down the busy hallway.

......

You don't see Sam until lunch. The sun peeks through the windows of the cafeteria, illuminating the tables. You find you friends at the corner table and sit beside your best friend. They are involved in a heated conversation, but you pay them little attention. As you bite into your sandwich, you watch Sam.

He is sitting on the other side of the room, laughing with friends. His brown hair shines in the light and whenever he glances in your direction, you catch a look at his brown eyes.

After a few minutes, he stares at you, and you avert your eyes timidly. When you look back up, he is standing and walking toward you. Following him with you eyes, you watch him step around tables and make is way to you.

"Hey, Sam," you say when he stops beside you.

He smiles nervously and touches your arm. "Hi. Can we talk for a sec? Alone?"

Your consciousness shatters in a thousand directions. On one side, you think of the possibility of his asking you out. While on the other, you reason against this. It's probably nothing big. He might just need help with something.

Your head still spinning, you get to your feet and follow him to the very corner. You lean on the wall and gaze into his eyes.

"What's up, Sam?"

He wrings his hands and struggles to keep eye contact. "Well, I--I was wondering if...if you'd like to, uh, go to prom with me...?" 

Your jaw drops unintentionally, and your cheeks feel flushed. "Really? Oh my gosh, Sam! Of course!" You squeal and throw your arms around him. When you pull away, he too is beaming widely.

"I was really worried that you wouldn't want to..." He starts.

You laugh in excitement. "Sam, I thought you'd never ask."