Sam Winchester Imagines

Sam x Reader (1)

Summery: Dean and Bobby find your diary and make fun of you for liking Sam.
Diary will be in this.(i don't know how it's spelled)
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"Hey Y/N come here for a second please," Bobby yelled. You let out a loud sigh and failed at getting up. But you manage to stabled yourself and started towards Bobby. Luckily Sam wasn't in or by the room. Oh Sam! He was the cutest guy you knew. He was smart and tall and... He's just perfect. But you knew he probably would never feel the same way.

Apparently Bobby was calling your name because when you got to him he wasn't just mad he was pissed. "Oh now you're here," he said with anger in his voice. "Sorry I-I was just thinking about someo-thing. Something," you stammered. You probably weren't that convening to Bobby because he can tell the difference between demon and person with just a phone call. But he just brushed it off.

"Ok I think I found something. Can you give it to Sam and Dean?" He asked kindly. Like nothing happened. "Uhh... s-sure Bobby," you kicked yourself for stammering. "Hey kid you good?" "Y-ya Bobby I'm good I'm just gonna get going now," damn it you stammered again.

"Dean,Sam," you called out," Where are you? Bobby thinks he found something for you two." Okay now you knew you weren't paying attention to anything. Which you should have been because if you were you wouldn't have smashed into Sam. "Oh shit s-sorry Sam I-I didn't mean to...uh... you know...," nice going Y/N you fucked up. "Oh... uh...no problem Y/N. You said Bobby had something for us?" He said so perfect that your knees almost buckle in.

"Uhh y-ya. He-I did he told me to give this to you or Dean," nice going again you dumbass. "Are you okay you seem a little out of it," ugh why is he so caring. "Oh y-ya I'm good." "Ok I hope so. Take care Y/N!" He said and started walking away. Ok, you said in your head.

You headed towards your room and when you got there you shut and locked the door. Where is it, you thought. You were looking for your diary. "Yes found it!" You whispered.

Dear Diary,
Ok so today was really embarrassing. First Bobby told me to give something to Sam or Dean. And when I was trying to find Dean because I didn't want to find Sam and embarrass myself. But I found Sam instead... and bumped into him. It was so embarrassing and. I stammered. Well I got to go to bed now night. Hope no one reads this.
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You woke up, got dressed, and went down stairs to eat. You were going to bring your favorite book with you because you planed on reading after you ate but you didn't because you thought you were still going to be tired. So you ate and you weren't tired at all but you were to lazy to get your book. Luckily Dean walked in at the right time.

"Hey Dean," you said sweetly," Can you pretty please get my favorite book from my room." "Fine. What's it called?" He responded annoyed. "Y/F/B(your favorite book). You're the best Dean." "Don't mention it kiddo," he said.
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Dean was up there for a while now so you decided to see what he was doing. You didn't know what he was doing so you went up there quietly. And for some reason Bobby was up there too. They were laughing.

"What are you two doing?" You almost yelled. "Uh. Nothing," Dean said turning around with a goofy grin and...your diary in his hands. And it was open. "DEAN WHAT THE FUCK. YOU HAVE ONE FUCKING JOB. AND THAT WASN'T TO INVADE MY PRIVACY," you screamed not caring if Sam was home or not.

"Hey language Missy," he said in a 'calming voice'. "I WILL NOT WATCH MY FUCKING LANGUAGE YOU ASS. AND I WILL DEFINITELY NOT BE TAKING ORDERS FOR YOU," you still didn't give a rats ass about who was home. "Hey she's right we shouldn't have gone through her stuff. But I'm so glad we did," Bobby said budding in. "GIVE ME MY SHIT AND STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM MY ROOM," you yelled.

After that they left and there you were all alone in your room. Crying. You didn't know what emotion it was though. You thought it was partly anger and partly embarrassment. Then the worst thing could have happened. Sam came in to see what was wrong.

"Hey Y/N! What's wrong?" Sam asked sweetly. "Nothing that you can fix. And I'll just have to live with it," you said. "Oh come on please tell me. I won't tell anyone I promise," he begged. " I-I told Dean that I'm afraid of clowns. Well I didn't tell him he went through one of my notebooks and found out," you tried to make that sound believable but you weren't sure it worked.

"Oh I feel bad for you... N-not because you're afraid of clowns. But because Dean found out. And hey if it makes you feel better I'm afraid of them too," he said giving you one of his smiles that make you smile too. You were so happy that he believed you.