Sam Winchester Imagines

Sam x Reader (2)

A/N: sorry I haven't been posting. Not like anyone cared. But family things happen and I've just been out of it. Again sorry.
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Summary: You and Sam are in the 7th grade and you too have crushes on each other. I'm not really sure about this yet.
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It's the sixth day of seventh grade and you hated it. Sure you did well in school. But there's one reason you why you go... Sam Winchester. The cutest guy in seventh grade... well in your opinion. Your friends think he's a weirdo for liking school but that's why you liked him. He's smart, tall, and a whole lot of things you could so name if you didn't hear your name being called.

"Miss.(L/N), hello you there?" Your math teacher asked. "What... uh... y-ya. Why?" You wonder how long she/he was calling your name. "I've been trying to get your attention for the last five minutes," fuck, you thought, that long? Oh god! "Oh I-I'm sorry. What do you need?" You stuttered. You hate when you stutter. "I need for you to try in my class. Not be up in lala land," she/he answered. "I-I'll try," again you stuttered. "Maybe if I give you a tutor...," she/he said looking around the classroom. Please be Sam. Wait please don't be Sam. Please don't be Sam. "Mr.Winchester do you want to be Miss.(L/N)'s tutor?" "Uh... s-sure." Sam answered.
A few minutes later(because Idk what happens)

You get a note. Which is weird because you never get notes from anyone.
Hey (Y/N) I was wondering if after school today would be a good time for us?
~Sam Winchester
It's a note from Sam. Never in a million years would u think this would happen. You replied.
Uh... ya that works for me. Where though?
You pass it back to him. You hoped it would be at his house.
Uh... does my house work? If not then we can do your house. Only if that's okay with your parents.
Yes his house. But how do I put that in words? Like, ya your house work because I'm in love with you and want to know where you live. You finally answer back.
Ya your house works. But is it okay with your dad or mom?
It takes him a few seconds to answer.
My mom died and i don't know where my dad is. I live with my Uncle.
Reading that kind of made you want to cry because he doesn't have he parents.
Oh sorry I didn't know. But is it okay with your Uncle?
Don't worry about my parents and my Uncle should be okay with it. Is it okay with your parents?
I have to ask my mom. My dad died too so... ya.
Oh sorry to hear that.
It's fine. Well got to go before we get caught. Bye Sam.
Skip to after school

"Hey Sam! My mom said it was okay if I came over," you said really happy. "Okay my brother should be here soon," he said. "Ok awesome!" Then you see 1967 Chevy Impala pull up next to you and Sam. "Woooaaah. That's your brother's car?" You ask. Which is stupid because of course it is. "Ya. It's pretty cool. It used to be our dads but he gave it to Dean," he said smiling. "Get in love birds Bobby wants us home asap," 'Dean' said. You instantly turn bright red. But luckily when that happened Sam was getting in the car.

"Wow! You have 1967 Chevy Impala?" You ask 'Dean' in amazement. "Ya and you really know your stuff kid," he said to you ," She's a keeper Sammy don't lose her" Again you blushed bright red. Apparently Sam did to because Dean was laughing at him. "Sammy. Huh that's a cute nickname," you said aloud but mostly to yourself. But apparently you said Sammy to loud and caught Sam and Deans attention. "What was that Y/N?" Sam asks. "What... oh... uhhh... nothing. Did I say that out loud?" You say by now you look like a tomato. "Ya," Sam and Dean say at the same time. "Sounds like someone likes Sammy," Dean mumbled to himself. But you heard it loud and clear.

(Time skip because I'm lazy af)

You made it to Sam's house (I wanted to put Sam's club) and it was so huge. Omg he's house is sooooo big probably like his dick. You laughed and cringed at your thought. Your laugh wasn't like your normal laugh. It sound like you were choking (on Sams dick. I'm not sorry at all). Again you caught Sam and Deans attention.

"Y/N are you sure you're okay?" Sam asked. "Ya I-I'm sure. W-why?" you asked even though you knew 'why'. "Well maybe because it sounds like you're fucking dying," Dean butted in. "DEAN," Sam yelled. His face was bright red. "What it did," he said as he put his hands up in surrender.

"Can we go inside or no?" You said quietly. "Uh... ya," Sam replied. You started walking then you heard a thud from beside you. "Hey what was that for? It's not my fault you like her," Dean said. You stopped trying to process what just happen.

"Wait what? You like me? Why?" You finally said. "Well first off you're beautiful and smart which is really hard to fine now a days-" You cut Sam off by saying," If I was smart I wouldn't be here and I'm not beautif-" you got interrupted by Sam running up to you and hugging you.

"Don't you dare say that. You are beautiful and you are smart. And Mrs/Miss/Mr.(Y/T/N) for some reason doesn't know how smart you really are," Sam said. "Thanks Sam," you replied," another reason to love you." You said that last part without thinking so your face was bright red. Luckily Sams was too.

"Alright love birds start studying," Dean said. "BUZZKILL," you yelled. Then you and Sam walked into the house laughing.

A/N: sorry that 1) this took forever. 2) the ending sucked. And 3)I'm a horrible writer.