A Collection of Supernatural and Criminal Minds

Making Up For Lost Time (Supernatural/ Sam Winchester Imagine)

Before you met Sam, you had lost all hope in ever having the apple pie life. You had grown up hunting, and you knew that a hunter's only way out was death. You had always craved a normal life, without all the things that go bump in the night. When you met Sam on a typical salt and burn, you saw how much you both had in common, especially the hope you both had of leaving the hunting life. His warm smiles and kind eyes broke you down, and you started to feel hope that you could be happy. When Sam and Dean asked you to move into the bunker, you said yes. They were the closest thing you had to family now. Maybe it wasn't the perfectly normal life you had dreamed about, but it was enough for you. Sam was more than enough for you. You sighed at the thought of him. It's perfect just being friends with him. It really is. You didn't want to jeopardize what you had with him over something stupid like a relationship. You were content just being friends, even if it meant you had to ignore the pull at your heart every time he was close to you. You giggled when you heard his soft snores. Sam was curled up on one side of the couch and you were sitting on the other. You had been watching a television show. He had insisted on your favorite and you accepted, knowing that he didn't mind as long as it got his mind off of things. He was exhausted, and he had finally fell asleep with the slow lull of the TV. You gently shook his shoulder, waking him up. You hated to do it, but the couch wasn't the best thing to sleep on and he should be in bed. Sam squinted at you, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck in a stretch. He was only half awake, so you led him to his room. You opened the door and took a deep breath in while leading the stumbling giant to his neatly made bed. You pulled back the red plaid blankets for him and turned to leave. He grabbed your hand, and when you looked back at him he nodded towards the bed. You swallowed hard before whispering, "Okay." Friends do this kind of thing, right? You slipped your hand out of his warm one and carefully crawled onto the soft bed. He stubbed his toe walking to the other side of the bed, and you were so nervous you couldn't even laugh at the sight of him jumping up and down. Sam got in under the blankets and turned on his side to face you. You were going to slip out once he went back to sleep, but that plan was crushed when he slung his arm across your waist. Sam is a light sleeper, he has to be since he's a hunter, so if you were to move he would wake up. You had nothing else to do but lay there and listen to his breathing. Before long, your eyes started to shut and you couldn't fight it anymore. You closed your eyes and dreamed of the beautiful man that saved your heart. ——————————————-
Your eyes fluttered open and you were immediately met with the sight of a disheveled Sam. Your faces were mere centimeters apart and his brown eyes were wide open, looking right at you. You jumped back, falling off of the warm bed and landing on the floor. You had forgotten last nights events, and you weren't expecting Sam. He peeked over the edge of the bed, unsuccessfully hiding his laughter. "You okay?" He smiles down at you. You took a mental picture of this moment in your head. Gosh, he is absolutely perfect.
Your cheeks turned red and you chuckled a little, "Yeah, I'm good." Dying of embarrassment, but good. He jumped up out of the bed and offered you a hand up. You took it and he pulled you up, both of you still laughing. Sam was really close, and your smile slowly disappeared at the thought of last night. What was he going to think of you now? You realized your hand was still in his so you quickly pulled away, spinning around to leave before you did anything you would regret. You didn't make it to the door though because Sam caught onto your arm and gently turned you back around to face him, searching your face for an answer to a question he didn't ask. You avoided his gaze and looked down at the ground. He asked softly, "What's wrong?" You shook your head, biting your bottom lip hard to keep the tears from falling. He was so close, yet so far. He tenderly lifted your chin up with his other hand, forcing you to look at him. "You know you can tell me anything, right?" Oh, Sam. Your throat closed with emotion and the tears were staining your cheeks. You gasped out, "I can't breathe. I-I need a second." You tore yourself away from him and turned around, taking a deep breath in. Your hands were shaking and you clenched them into fists so Sam wouldn't see. He gave you a minute before he stepped in front of you, concern written all over his face. He probably thought you needed to go to a hospital or something but when you said you couldn't breathe, you meant that you couldn't breathe when he was around. You were constantly second guessing everything you did when you were with him. You were afraid he would figure out your feelings for him. Sam inched closer, taking your hands in his and unclenching your fists. He felt them shake and you squeezed your eyes shut. "I'm okay. Just let me go, I'm fine. I swear, Sam, I'm okay." You mumbled, needing to leave but not really wanting him to let you go. You opened your eyes to see a look of hurt on Sam's face, and your heart broke. "It pains me to see you hurting, and I can't help you. Please, tell me what's wrong so I can fix it." He pleaded, begging to take the pain away. You shook your head. "You can't change my feelings for you." There. You finally said the words that you didn't realize were tearing you apart from the inside out. He froze, his beautiful brown eyes wide in shock. You pulled away and walked around him towards the door. "I'm sorry, Sam." Your hand was already on the door knob when he processed what you said. You started to open the door and his hand came down next to your head, snapping the door shut. You spun around and he slammed you up against the door, his body caging you in. He was making sure you couldn't leave him like he always feared you would. "I'm glad I can't change your feelings for me. There's nothing you can do that will change my feelings for you, either. I love you, always have and always will." Sam's lips finally met yours. He moved them roughly, yet gently against your own (how was that even possible?) and you melted into him. What you had always hoped for, had dreamed about, was finally happening. Your body felt like it was on fire and the kiss was the most passionate kiss you had ever had. It seemed like nothing else mattered in this moment except him, and you kissed him even harder. Your hands traveled up his chest to the back of his neck. You ran your hands through his hair and held onto him like he was what you were missing your whole life, and now that you had him you weren't going to let him go. Sam's hands traced down to your hips and hoisted your legs up around his waist. He stumbled over to his desk and sat you down on the edge, his legs in between yours. You pulled away from the kiss, chest heaving as you gasped for air. You felt his hot breath as he trailed his lips down your jaw to the nape of your neck. He sweetly kissed you there and pulled back. Your hands moved down to his heaving chest and his moved to the sides of your face. He rested his forehead against yours and smiled that smile that you fell in love with. He whispered, "We could've been doing that a lot sooner." His face lit up when you giggled, and you took another mental picture of this moment. He whispered, "Want to make up for lost time?"
You smiled up at him. "Definitely."