Sam Winchester Imagines

Imagine: Becoming Friends With Sam

One dark rainy morning in a cheap motel room you lie next to Sam Winchester and Dean on the other bed. There was absolutely no way you'd share a bed with Dean. He was a dick in your opinion.

You felt movement in the bed.

"Mhmmm?" Sam had just awaken. He leaned up in the bed and looked at you.
"Hi, (Y/N). Did you sleep well?"

You blush at his question. You had just met Sam Winchester, and Dean. They saved you from a Wendigo. Unfortunately, you wouldn't be with them much longer.

"Yes, thanks." You smile, not a big smile. You didn't want to come off as weird.

"I hope you didn't mind sleeping here. This place is pretty crappy."

You giggled. "No not at all."

You stood up and walked to the bathroom, grabbing a change of clothes and hopped into the shower. You shampooed your hair and washed your body. You then stepped out of the shower and looked around for the towel.

"SHIT!" You shouted. There was no towel. You started to shake from the draft.

Sam knocked on the door. "Is everything alright, (Y/N)?"

You sighed. "Sam, there's no towel in here and I'm naked. Help."

"There's one out here. Open the door and I'll give it to you."

Just then your heart started to beat out of your chest. Sam Winchester was about to see you naked.
You opened the door nervously. You tried to hide behind the door but there was a big ass mirror showing off your backside.

"Damn it!" You say trying to avoid eye contact with Sam. You snatch the towel from him and slam the door in his face.

You hear Sam swear on the other side of the door.

"Sorry Sam!" You shout and dry yourself off.

You then change into a pair of old, worn out black jeans and your favorite floral top. You then step out of the bathroom and reveal yourself in front of Sam and now awaken Dean.

"Whoa, I'd like to hit that!" Dean whispered to Sam.

Sam smacked Dean on the arm.
"Shut up, Dean."

You chuckled, hearing Sam's response.

"Whatever, Are you ready to go?" Dean says in a sulky tone.

You sigh. "No, not really. I would like to spend more time with you guys."

Dean looks at you angrily. "Well sorry princess, you can't stay."

Sam shoots a glare at Dean. "Don't be a dick. Sure, (Y/N). But we're going to take you home sometime you know."

You smile widely. "I know. I would just like to be friends with you, Sam."

"Of course we can be friends, (Y/N)!"

Dean looks at you then back at Sam.
"Ouch, I'm offended."

You both look at Dean. "Shut up, Dean" You and Sam say in unison. You two laugh at Dean's facial expression and hear him swearing under his breath.

It was going to be great being friends with Sam.

A/N:

Hey guys! Sorry if this story is weak. I've been in writers block for the longest time. I just thought I'd try and update. I will try my best to keep updating. Thanks for reading!
-Shelby(: