Sam Winchester Imagines

Imagine: "Where'd Your Boxers Go, Sam?!"

"SAM!" You nudged Sam while he was in deep sleep.

He woke up all sweaty and sticky.
"What the hell, (Y/N)?" he seemed angrier than usual.

"What's the matter babe?" You asked him, plopping down onto the bed next to him.

"I'm starving. Lets go get something to eat!" He says, frowning. He stood up from the bed and groaned.

You giggled because he was naked.

"Where'd your boxers go, Sam!?" You questioned him, giving him a serious look.

Sam instantly glared at you.

"(Y/N), did you take my boxers off while I was sleeping again?"

You couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm sorry, Sammy. You look so fine, naked." You kept on laughing hysterically until you realized he was nowhere in sight.

"Sam?" You looked around the bunker, panicking. "SAM!"

Suddenly you felt yourself being lifted off the ground and thrown over someones shoulder. Of course it was Sam. Dean couldn't give a rats ass about you. Mainly because You chose Sam over him, which hurt him deeply.

"SAM! What are you doing? Put me down!" You felt yourself growing nauseous as he started to spin you.

"You don't like it do you? That's what you get for snatching my boxers!" He says and snickers.

"UGHH! I told you I'm sorry! Just put me down." You snapped beating against his back.

"Okay, okay!" He says and gently places you down, then kissing your forehead.

"I love you, (Y/N)! Just don't snatch my boxers again or I'm going to have to punish you." He wraps you in an excruciatingly tight hug, and smirks evilly at you.