Supernatural Preferences & Imagines

Sam Winchester Imagine

Mission Impossible

"Mission FOTP is now in action."

The walkie talkie was silent. "Over." You added and then static filled your small space, quietly.

"Ok, move in, over."

You chuckled into the device. "You are such a child, over." A smile spread across your face and you stealthily made your way through the halls of the bunker, rolling unnecessarily in some parts.

To be the role, you gotta play the role.

"Don't you know it," you imagined him grinning like an idiot. "Over."

Footsteps approached you and you quickly spoke into the walkie talkie. "Targets are making a move, call back as soon as the plan is set in motion, over."

"Good luck, Eagle Eye, over."

You stopped from laughing at the spy name and crouched behind the kitchen island, cursing. How the hell did you end up in here?

"Where the fuck did [Y/N] and Sam go?" Dean swore, swiping a beer bottle from in front of you. He leaned on the opposite side of the island. Cas took a seat at the table, staring at Dean with his blue eyes. "I do not know, maybe they went out?"

Cue Dean scowling.

"They would've told me, unless they're sneaking off to do something I don't want any part of. Some things should just not be seen."

"Dean—"

"Unless, of course, it's someone else besides your brother and his girlfriends bodies."

A blush spread across your face. Girlfriend? You and Sam weren't together! At least...that was what Sam wanted, right?

"Eagle Eye? Over."

It went silent. "Dean, did you hear that?" "I did," footsteps rounded the island and you widened your eyes before sprinting out, leaving them behind in the kitchen.

"Abort abort abort abort abort abort abort!" You shouted in the receiver, laughing a bit while sounding serious. 

"Watch out, Deans coming around the corner, over!"

You skidded to a halt and bolted into a room nearby, hiding in it. "How is your part of the mission going? Over?" You breathed, quieting your breaths.

"Mission FOTP over here at Kabob Moose—I fucking hate that name—is going smoothly. Trap set and loaded. Over."

You snickered at the name you gave him. Recently you guys had been getting kabobs for dinner and Sam was lovin them and he's tall like a moose, so the name only seemed fit. "[Y/N]!" You pressed back, silencing the walkie talkie. "Kabob Moose, lure them to the trap." You looked around before whispering, "over."

Deans voice faded away and you sighed in relief. "[Y/N]." You jumped and screamed, running out of the room. "Kabob Moose, I have been discovered! Feathers is on my tail and Salt is approaching quickly! This may be my last moment!"

"RUN EAGLE EYE RUN!"

"OVER!" You shouted and a burst of speed left you ahead of the two.

"You'll have to round them up to the base," Sam reasoned, "get them to the set up and run back to where I am. Eagle Eye, don't you die. Over." You smiled and took a right, seeing the plan in your head. Few more turns...

"Quit running!"

"Never! You'll never catch me alive!"

"Eagle Eye, you passed it! Go back! Over."

"Are you kidding me? I'll die, Kaboose!"

"Over! And it's Kabob Moose."

"Well, it's now mixed and Kaboose!" You past Dean and Cas running out of breath. "Over," you wheezed as you slid into your spot, Sam staring at you from across where he was stationed.

"Be more careful next time." He smiled, turning towards the door where two men stood. Face flushed and adrenaline pumping, you made the gesture as soon as they got into position unknowingly. Sam sprung up and you did too, grabbing the guns and shooting them. Stunned, you both were able to get by and lock them in, chests heaving.

Gulping, you looked towards Sam, finding he was already looking at you. "Alright!" You cheered, high fiveing Sam. Dean began to pound on the door.

"Let us out!" "Dean, I can snap us out."

You grinned, even though they couldn't see. "No you can't, Cas." It was silent before Dean pounded harder. "I'm gonna kick your asses as soon as I get out of here!"

"Only if you guys—" Sam shushed you, drawing you away. Once in another room, he spoke up. "We have to let them figure it out on their own." You nodded, understandingly. "Then what do we do in the meantime?"

You guys hadn't really discussed afterwards if the plan succeeded and you sat down, Sam sitting next to you. "I dunno, talk?"

How about what Dean said earlier?

"What? What'd he say?" You sighed, swearing at yourself. You looked at Sam, licking your dry lips.

"U-Uhm, he said I was your girl—your girlfriend..."

Sam froze and you put your hands up. "Listen, I know! We talked about this before, and I know you don't want to ruin our friendship, so it's not really a big deal."

Sam looked away, murmuring. "But it is a big deal."

You touched his shoulder, tense. "Sam, I'm sorry I brought it up—" in a second, you were on your back and he was hovering over you, his lips pressed against yours.

He pulled away, looking at you, his hands on either side of your head and his legs slotted between yours. "Don't, I've been wanting to apologize for that." Your heartbeat quickened and Sam brought his mouth to yours again, and you wrapped your arms around him hesitantly.

He pulled you up, pressing you against the wall and grabbing your legs to wrap around his torso. Your lips stayed together, and you tangled your hands on his hair. It was soft and silky, the total opposite of what you thought it felt like.

Sam tightened his grip on you before moving out of the room, your mind spinning. How quick he turned from a child into a man.

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You laid beside Sam, his arm wrapped around you. You laid your head on his bare chest, breathing. "Sam," you shifted to look at him better and he stared at you. "Hmm?"

"You don't think this was a mistake?"

Sam tensed. "What?" You say up a bit, covering your chest with his sheet. "Up until a few hours ago, you wanted to stay friends—" Sam pinned you down underneath him, making you shiver. "I lied, I don't want to be friends, I want to be with you."

You licked your lips and smiled at him, loosely wrapping your arms around his neck. "I'll accept—after a few dates." Sam grinned and began to kiss your neck, sucking and biting. "D-Date first," you weakly protested but he didn't listen. "One more time," he growled and you closed your eyes.

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The next day, since you guys slept the rest of the day, you were sitting in the kitchen before jumping up, scaring Sam (lol, it autocorrected to Adam. Sorry, forgot you buddy.). "What?"

"Dean and Cas!"

Sam widened his eyes and you both sprinted down the hall, unlocking and opening the door to find them pressed together against the wall, Cas' face in Deans neck. "H-Holy shit!" You slammed the door shut and looked at Sam, who was staring at the door.

"Maybe we should've left them alone for a bit longer."

"Yeah...but Mission FOTP was a success..."

Sam slithered a hand around your waist, sneaking a kiss. "So were we."

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Sorry for not updating, but I updated! This is actually the longest chapter I've wrote in a while. Over 1.2k words. Lol, hope it was better than the crappy ones I've posted. Tried to do better, but it's like midnight so... XD