Supernatural Preferences & Imagines

Sam Winchester Imagine

Happy birthday to meeeeee

Sam smiled at you, watching you laugh and talk with Dean in the bunker kitchen, whipping up a last minute meal for everyone to sit down and eat together. He watched as your beautiful hair was tied up neatly in a pony tail to stay out of your way. He watched as your lips curved upwards into a smile before you let out one of your laughs that had him in the palm of your hand, unknowingly. "Sam, how many are we expecting?" Sam blinked and smiled warmly at you, his teeth showing.

"I'm guessing around, what, seven people?" Dean titled the neck of his beer bottle at Sam, happiness glittering in his eyes. "Make enough for about 15 people then, everyone will be wanting seconds." You grinned at them both, gesturing for Dean to hand you the salt.

Dean glanced at it tentatively, you rolling your eyes and nudging him. "Salt isn't bad, it's only for food, silly."

Sam momentarily frowned in sadness. You were in the dark, had no idea of the lives they were living and the dangers they thrusted themselves into everyday. It was the one thing Sam had forced himself to do, the one thing that would protect you. It was wrong, but he couldn't risk your life at the cost of anything. You were his everything, and this time; he wasn't letting it go.

You spin around in a circle, sliding across the floor in your socks to Sam, landing on his lap and kissing him brightly. "This is going to be so much fun! The first time I'm going to meet your guy's family! I hope they like me, I laid out my best and laid back outfit on your bed." Sam pecked your lips, letting your head rest on his shoulder. Soothingly, he rubbed your back in circular motions. "I'm betting they will. Nothing to fret about. And I'm sure they'll like you even in this outfit." He felt your chest shake with laughter. "Mhmm, your not changing my mind, Mr." Sam grinned as you got off his lap, going to check out the side dishes.

"Would they prefer a home made meal like this?" You asked, uneasiness in your voice. Dean cleared his throat, signaling he was there the whole time during your little moment. "They won't care, they're just as excited and nervous to meet you as you are." Sam nodded in agreement, standing up finally. "I'll go set everything up," he whispered in your ear, his lips ghosting over your skin and sending pleasurable shivers riveting down your back. (I am so detailed in this 1 lol)

Sam cleared the room quickly, going to the door of the bunker. Sure, at first you were skeptical of him and thought the brothers were underground serial killers, but you realized quickly that they were, in fact, the total opposite. They were normal people, with their scars and tattoos and all.

Sam reached the door when they were all just about to knock. "I'm back—" Sam shushed her quickly, making her blink in surprise. "[Y/N], doesn't know you're here yet and will freak if she's not how she'll think you guys will like her," they smiled softly, "so just wait a second."

Charlie danced excitedly where she stood. "I'm so excited to meet your girlfriend!" A voice cleared beside her, a mop of black hair sticking out from the side of where Charlie blocked the way. "She shouldn't be so nervous, why wouldn't we like her?" Sam smiled at Kevin. "I wish she would listen to me." A blonde strand of hair twirled and then Charlie was stepping aside. "We'll get along just fine, gossiping while you two are on hu—" "Jo!" Jo cocked her head before realizing. "Why haven't you told her?" Sam looked away, sadness weighing on his heart. It was getting harder and harder to keep the secret every time him and Dean went on a hunt.

"I don't want her to know, she doesn't deserve to be thrusted into that life like we were." "You were born into it," "I had no choice. She does. And I'm making it for her: she will not find out." Sam's voice was firm and warning them to not say a word about the business. Jo sighed and nodded. "I still will, but I'll leave that mess out." Sam smiled gratefully before a deep voice made everyone clear away. "Idjit," Bobby said gruffly, leaning forward and bringing Sam in close for a hug, his hands patting the son-like man. Sam pulled away from the hug, smiling from ear to ear. "Bobby," he said breathlessly, emotions filling him, his mind wondering when the last time he saw Bobby.

Bobby oofed and Ellen brought Sam into a hug without a word, just closing her eyes and holding him close. When she finally let go, she smiled. "Great to see you again, Sam. Now hurry up, I want to meet the lovely lady." And, lastly, the finally person came up and Sam have them a curt nod, one that said they were fine but he was weary of him.

A hand clapped on Sam's shoulder, making him jump and turn around to see Dean grinning from ear to ear like he was earlier. "Benny!" The two men embraced in a brotherly hug, almost like the one Dean gave Sam, but less. Dean gave Benny one last clap on the back before turning to Sam. "[Y/N]'s getting pretty antsy. And she's all ready, I'll take care of our guests." Sam smiled at how...normal they seemed. It was like they were any other big family, inviting over friends and distant relatives to gather for a big meal, to converse over the home cooked meal and introduce the newest people in their lives.

And, man, did it feel so damn good to be just normal.

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Ok, all the next few chapters will be the second ones to imagines that I so stupidly didn't finish the two parts (I'll add the number of the chapter of the first part of the imagine). And I think this one was pretty good! Idk, I just wanted to make it the very best one bc today is my birthday (well, tbh, tomorrow is since I'm writing this a day before) and wanted to give you guys a happy and well done Sammy boy imagine.

Keep on reading, I feel so loved <3

[lol I'm so dumb, I literally just published the part and unpublished it because I'm used to updating it right away but I'm saving this one :}

Y tf did I almost do it again, CHUCK]