Supernatural One Shots And Imagines

Sam/Reader/Dean||Vacation

I sit and warm my hands by the fire. Today is what we call a vacation. No cases to work. No crappy motel. Just a toasty fire. I never thought I'd see a day quite as peaceful as this one when I'm with Sam and Dean. Since they wanted to spend it wisely, they rented a room in the ski resort for the three of us to share on the cold winter day.

Dean adds a log to the fire, "What's on your mind Y/N?"

"Just thinking about how relaxing this all is. Thanks for bringing me here."

"No problem. Hey, I'm about to go to the buffet, wanna come?"

"No thanks, I'm going to get dressed and go skiing."

"Suit yourself."

Dean pulls on John's jacket and disappears into the hall. I walk away from the fire and into the bathroom, pulling on all the clothing needed for skiing. Right as I'm about to open the door, the knob jiggles. I open it, "Ye- Oh, hey Sam."

"Hey, uh, where are you going?"

"Skiing. Wanna go too?"

Sam nods and goes into the bathroom, returning looking like a black ball of clothes. I giggle, "If I pushed you over you couldn't get back up if you tried."

"Fine, I'll lose a few layers."

He slowly strips off a his coat and overalls, "Better?"

"Oh my God Sam, come here and let me fix you."

He chuckles as he stands next to me. Sam is about two feet taller, so I look like a midget next to him.

"Be quiet. Besides, I like being short."

I walk across the room and grab his black tank top with a black sweater, "Take off that long sleeve shirt and put these on."

After he put on the new selections I take a white and gray scarf and wrap it around his neck. Of course, I had to stand on my tippy toes, making Sam laugh again. He pokes my side, making me jump and stumble back, "Stop that you moose!"

I hand him his boots and walk out the door. When the elevator opens, Dean walks out, a burger in his hand.

"Really Dean?"

"What?!"

"Ugh, never mind. Are you skiing with us?"

"Us?"

"Sam and I."

"Yeah, I'll come. I'll see you on the slopes. Don't wait up; I'm gonna finish eating and then get dressed."

"Okay! See ya then!"

Sam comes into the hall, passing Dean.

"Be careful Sammy, Y/N."

He waves us off as the elevator doors close.

... (Bottom of the Ski Lift.) ...

I gulp, "Sam, did I mention I hate heights?"

"That's okay, we don't have to go up if you don't want to."

I grip my sweater paws, "No, I want to. We're doing this."

We load the ski lift and it begins to move. Halfway up it starts to swing back and forth, "Sam, make it stop!"

I grab his arm and snuggle my head into his chest, "Y/N, it's okay! It's stopped!"

He tilts my head up to show me. I nod, "S-Sorry, I guess I'm more scared than I thought."

Sam rests his arm around me, pulling me close, "It's almost over."

... (At the top.) ...

When we step off the lift, Dean attacks us with a slap on the back, "What took you guys so long?"

Sam slaps his hand off, "Our lift was having difficulties."

"Oh, well C'mon. The slopes aren't going to ski themselves."

...

I march through the lobby of the hotel, mumbling things under my breath, "Stupid rock...rolling..dumbass...skis."

I get to the room and go into the bathroom. After I strip I wrap a towel around me and go over to the fire. Sam and Dean were coming down the lift when I had left, so I had plenty of time to enjoy being alone. I had had enough of tripping over stumps and rocks and rolling down the mountain.

I hear the doorknob turn, "Sam? Dean?"

"It's us," they say, opening the door. They cover their eyes, "Y/N, what the hell is wrong with you?"

"I have a towel on, jeez."

They move their hands away, "That could've been anyone.. or thing... keep the door locked from now on."

I nod and rest my head on my hands, "I don't like skiing."

Dean sits down behind me and puts a leg on each outer side of my own, putting his head on my shoulder, "Why's that Y/N?"

I blush at his actions, "Because I can't do it. I just rolled down the mountain because I tripped and fell every time."

Sam chuckles, "Is that why there's snow tracked throughout the room?"

"Yes."

I stand up, making sure my towel was secure, "What time is it?"

"Nine o'clock," Dean replies, taking a leftover burger from the fridge.

"It's been a long day."

I scan the room for something to do, "Guys! Guys!"

"What?" Sam and Dean turn towards me.

"They have a Ps4 in here! Let's play Call Of Duty!"

"Call of what?"

"Pfft, don't make me say that."

I hand Dean the game box.

"Rated Mature for Violence, Language, Drugs and Suggested Themes. I don't know Y/N, might be too brutal for you."

I snatch the box, "Is not! C'mon Sam, let's kick Dean's ass!"

Dean chuckles, "Not gonna happen, sweetheart."

(After an hour of death and destruction)

"Semtex, move Sam!"

I throw my character in front of his, exploding right before his eyes, "No!"

"Hahaha," Dean giggles, "That's another kill for me. Next point wins."

Sam grips his remote, "You can shoot me, take my care packages and blow up my electronic systems, but you do NOT blow up my comrade!"

Sam throws a frag and releases his gun's wrath all over Dean.

Dean hits the deck and crawls toward the car. I suddenly appear in front of Dean, pointing my gun at his head, "Any last words, Dean-O?"

"Son of a bitch."