{Hotel Lobby - Sam x reader}
You sat at the hotel, waiting for your stupid, cheating, lying, narcissistic-ass boyfriend of yours to come with his rusty ass pickup truck with his stupid idiotic always-hitting-on-you friend of his.
You called him again, the line ringing out. Your phone rang out with a text message.
Babe, I can't do it anymore with you. We never fuck anyways and I found someone way hotter than you. Her name is brittany. Bye Babe. Oh yeah, and I'm not picking you up I have to go over to Brittany's house to fuck.
Well fuck. You slightly expected this. You threw the phone on the floor, letting all your anger release. The phone shattered on impact to the floor, the green and metal wires now visible.
"Shit! SHIT FUCK STUPID YOU IDIOT SHIT SHIT SHIT shit" you picked up the remains of your phone, and held it carefully as you ran into the hotel lobby.
You plopped on one of the leather couches, and dropped your head in your hands.
You heard someone sit next to you, so you looked up. A man with stared at you with piercing green eyes and long blonde hair, a face full of concern.
He opened his mouth to say something, but you cut him off.
"Don't."
"Don't what?"
"Don't say I'm sorry, or it's going to be ok, or some crap"
"I was going to ask if you needed my phone"
"Oh, actually that's not a bad idea"
"Ok then" He handed you his phone, and you dialed in your friend's, Bryce's, number. He picked up on the second ring.
Hello? Who is this?
"It's me Algebitch. Joey finally ditched. I knew I should have left his sorry horny ass on the corner of 'happy' and 'drunk as fuck'."
Well, shit. Told you he was a asshole effort the beginning
"Well don't do that"
Dont do what?
"The thing where you know everything"
I did tell yo-
"You were the one who hooked us up"
Oh well shut up
"Fine ok I need you to pick me up"
Ok Just one question- whose phone is this? Im guessing you threw yours on the floor out of rage. That's the 7th time goddamit girl.
"Shut up. And a nice guy let me use it"
Ooh is he cute could you hook us up?
"Bryce!"
Done. Im out. Ok Ill get you in like half and hour. I just called Mila for a booty call.
"Goddamit you're such a whore"
Bye bitch.
You handed the phone back to the kind dude.
"Uh- I'm... Joey."
"Joey? You don't seem like a Joey. You seem like a... 8===D... A Samuel or like a Sammy or something." His eyes widened.
"That's the fakest name Ive heard ever." You laughed.
"Ok, Ok, My name's Sam. Sam Winchester."
"Winchester? Like the rifle?"
"Yeh, like the rifle"
"I'm (Y/f/n)."
Someone pops up behind Dean.
"Who's this hot slice of apple pie"
"Uh, Dean, this is (y/n). (y/n) this is Dean Winchester, my older brother."
"Damn girl I must be hunting treasure cuz I'm digging your chest"
"wut"
"Girl, your lips look so lonely, would you like to meet mine?"
"wut wut"
"Honey, these lips won't kiss themselves"
"I-"
"If you were a tropical fruit, you'd be a fineapple"
"Hey babe, was that an earthquake or did you just rock my world"
"Um, I'm not interested"
Dean shrugged and walked away, leaving a slightly disappointed Sam staring longingly at you.
"Uhm, sorry about that, its just my brother is a bit of a-"
"Yeah I know someone like that"
"Oh. yeah lol"
"lol?"
"um..."
You are suck a awkward little bean.
"Uh thanks?"
Did I just speak out loud
"Yeh and I think you did it again"
"Well shit. Um, hey, it was really nice meeting you'
"UH same."
"I gotta go" You say as you see Bryce's purple and pink BMW convertible drive into the parking lot.
You get up, your wrist suddenly held by Sam's.
"Sam? Sam what is it?"
"I wanted to ask if you wanted to go for dinner some time?"
"UH- sure"
You grabbed his phone and put in Bryce's phone number, so you could use his to talk to Sam.
You smiled at his blushing face.
