Supernatural Preferences & Imagines

Sam Winchester Imagine

AN: I WAS ABOUT TO WATCH SUPERNATURAL BUT IT DIDNT RECORED THE FIRST 15 MINUTES SO I DIDNT KNOW WHAT WAS HAPPENING AND NOW IM MAD THAT I HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL TOMORROW TO WATCH IT UGHGHHHGGHHGH SOMEONES DYIN TODAY

_

You smiled at the tall man in front of you. "Whiskey would be fine, thank you." You grinned at his cheesy smile his sent to you before ordering both of your drinks. "Here you go," he slipped in the bar stool next to you, sipping on his alcohol. "So," he asked while you swirled the ice in your whiskey, "what do you do?" "Have any other pick up line, sweetie?" "Nope, thought that'd be enough to hook you." You laughed, smiling. "Get some!" A guy hollered from across the bar, strolling out with a girl clinging to his arm.

The man blushed and you looked away. "I'll give you a better one," you said after a second. "My name's [Y/N], what's yours?" He grinned and said, "Sam, now what do you do?" The drink in your hand was emptied before you could answer. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Sam leaned on the bar counter, signaling for another round. "Try me."

_

"Dating?"

"Dating."

"As in, 'date with kissing and couple hand holding?'"

"Is there another definition?"

"That prune that taste like shit."

"C'mon."

"Do you mean it? You have to absolutely mean it!"

Sam sighed and took your hand, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles with his warm lips. "I mean it."

_

The night was young, the sky having just turned dark. Stars appeared one by one as you waited patiently for Sam to return. "Saaamm." You complained into the third voicemail you had left. "I'm boreeeddd! Come back already, the hotel is lonely." The hotel you were staying in (Yes, hotel not motel) was lonely now that you were alone without him.

Sam said he would be back soon and Dean had frequently visited you from his room opposite of your guys'. "Is Sammy back yet?" Dean popped his head in, whistling. "Nope. Get out, you flea."

"I'm not a flea, you tick."

"Then you're a dick."

"You...pisser offer."

"What?" You laughed at his strained expression to try and fail to make something else that rhymed with your word. "Shut up," he snapped, stepping out again. "I'm leaving, tell me when Sammy comes back." You just a stuck your tongue out at him before he shut your door.

Not too soon—about five-ten minutes later—Sam came back, sitting something aside. "Hey," he grinned, walking over to you. He kissed you and then pulled away, his eyes darker than usual. "What's the great Sam Winchester up to? No good, I suppose?" You teased, pulling him in for another kiss. He was gone for an awful long time, and he didn't even let you or Dean go with him.

You wondered what was so needed he had to go get it himself.

"What'd you get?" You whispered after pulling away from a long kiss. "Just a little—" he stopped himself. "—big something for later." You raised an eyebrow. "Secretive, aren't we?" You chuckled, straightening up. Sam just tugged his shirt off, stripping down to his boxers.

Needless to say, your face was a red, flustered mess. You guys hadn't done 'it' yet; mostly because you both wanted to take it slow. "S-Sam," you stammered, "what are you—what are you doing?" He chuckled this time, laying on the only bed. "Getting ready for bed," he grinned, and you shook your head. Two can play at that game. You stripped down to just your sports bra—glad for it—and underwear before getting under the covers next to him. Sam's face was red and he was frozen.