Random imagines I got off Google, Pinterest, Tumblr, and Ifunny. Feelings will be all over the place. Sorry. #TeamFreeWill #Winchesters
I will do imagines for:
Dean, Sam, and Cas and many more.
Plots:
#Goals
Adorable
Arguments
Breakups
Cute
Family...
Sammy walked in and he looked sad and stressed about something. So you decided to cheer him up.
"Sam." You call to the moose.
"What Y/N?" He answers.
"Come here."
"No."
"Pleeeeeeease?" You beg.
He sighed.
"Fine." He said with a sigh.
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He took his jacket off and walked over to you.
"What?"
"Sit down." You demand.
"Why?" He questions.
"Just do it."
"No. Why?"
"Pleeeease? For me?" You beg with puppy dog eyes.
He smiled and sat down facing you.
"Turn around."
"Y/N, no. What are you going to do?"
"Something relaxing."
"Why don't I trust you right now?"
"I don't know. Trust issues?" You smart off.
"You better not be doing what I think you're doing."
"What do you think I'm going to do?" You question knowing he knew what you planned on doing.
"Play with my hair."
"I would never do such a thing. I feel offended." You answer full of sarcasm.
"Whatever. I'll let you, but you owe me. Big time."
"Fine."
You started playing with his hair and he was beginning to get relaxed. You separated his hair and started braiding small pieces of it, hoping he was less stressed than before.
"What are you doing now?"
"Just relax."
"Fine. At least hand me my phone?"
"Will you stop worrying about what I'm doing?"
"I might."
"No maybes either yes or no." You demand all mother like.
"Yes."
You grabbed his phone and handed it to him. He was looking for another case. You were almost done with his hair when Dean walked in.
"Aww, the Pretty boy and Y/N. You look very pretty Sammy." He teased.
"Shut up Dean." Sammy demanded.
"He was stressed and so I begged him to let me play with his hair to help calm him down." You explained.
Dean grabbed his phone and took a picture. You finished his hair and whispered,
"Go get him, tiger."
He got up, threw his phone, and chased Dean down. You followed because you wanted to see Sam whoop Dean's ass. Dean whooped Sam and after a while, you all got settled and ready for bed. Sam took his hair down and you were kind of sad. You liked his hair braided. You guys went to bed and got ready for another day of hunting.
