Supernatural Imagines

Imagine Sam staring when you bend over and confronting him on it

"So, how've you been, Winchester?" You asked light heartedly at the younger Winchester. He smiled.
"I've been good. Yourself?" You two were waiting for Dean to return, and you hadn't seen Sam in years, so you talked.
"Eh, I've been fine. Met your guys' angelic buddies, but otherwise I've been good." You both laughed at your reference to Gabriel and Balthazar.
"Yeah, sorry about that. Gabriel can be quite the perv." You nodded, agreeing.
"And Balthazar is a total jerk!" You added, causing both of you to laugh some more. He stared at you. You never thought of yourself as pretty, you had scars, and didn't exactly have that hourglass figure you saw on so many other female hunters. Heck- you would go as far to say you were ugly. You didn't really care, it was whatever. Sam on the other hand, to him you were without flaws. He had mentioned it to Dean, who had more than agreed that you were gorgeous, not to mention sexy. Dean knew about your confidence issues, and left you alone about it. There was nothing he could do. You were so used to him saying that to literally anything in a skirt, that it meant nothing. Actually, quite a few of the men Sam talked to thought you were out of his league. So he sat quite, not saying how much he loved your laugh, or wanted to kiss you at, not just any, but every given moment. He loved you. You guys talked for awhile, and still no Dean.
"Well, if he's going to be late, might as well get out the good stuff." You went to the fridge, you had put some good liquor on the bottom shelf. You bent down at the waist to grab it, and reached for it. You had difficulties reaching it, it had ended in an odd place. Sam stared at your bent-over figure. You could feel his eyes on you, and at first dismissed it. But when you grabbed the bottle, and saw the reflection of his eyes staring at you, you freaked.
"What the hell?!" You exclaimed, standing up, and slamming the fridge door. Sam snapped his eyes up at your glaring face. His cheeks were bright pink.
"Who are you? GABRIEL?" You shouted. You heard the familiar sound of the Impala pull up. The headlights turned off.
"I-I-I-I am s-s-s- I-" he couldn't formulate words. Dean opened the door, and he was pretty care-free, but when he entered the room, his demeanor changed.
"Oh great, what did Sammy do now?" Dean groaned, shutting the door.
"I didn't mean to-"
"He was being a total perv!" You cut Sam off. Dean shot a look of shock to his brother.
"Wait, that's my thing. Since when?" Dean tried to lighten up the tension in the room.
"Well obviously not anymore!" You shouted.
"I-I didn't mean to stare! I'm sorry!" Sam defended.
"Stare? Stare at what?" You rolled your eyes.
"It doesn't matter, he did!" You scolded.
"I'm just curious, alright?" You huffed, and piped down to let Sam speak.
"Y-You see, sh-she was bending over to-"
"You were staring at her ass?" Dean asked, in total disbelief.
"Y-Yes." Sam stammered back. Dean nodded, then shrugged.
"Can't say I blame you." You gave Dean a disgusted look as he clapped a hand on Sam's shoulder.
"What? He likes you, get over it!" Both you and Sam had identical shocked expressions. The only difference was Sam was much redder than you.
"S-Sorry!" Sam finally said, before leaving the room. Your eyes followed him, before looking back to Dean to make sure everything that just happened, well, happened. He nodded.
Sam Winchester likes me? You thought. He was your crush, after all.