Supernatural Imagines

Beer and Boys (18+)

You walk around the alcoholic aisle of the store nervously. This is your first time buying this stuff alone. When you were with Brad he always went and picked it, even before you were out of high school. You sigh and reach for one when a large hand brushes against yours. You pull back and whirl around, seeing a tall man blushing. He had long brown hair and wore a lot of flannel. You felt a warmth run across your face as he stuttered, trying to talk to you.

"I-I don't know if y-you'd like that one. Really strong. M-Maybe try this one...?" he final said, reaching for a summery looking one. You smile and take it. You adjust the hair slipping into your face and smile. "Th-Thanks"

You turn to put the box in the cart when it slips. The man reaches down and catches it. Looking up you see all of his stuff littered across the ground. You both reach down to grab it and bump heads. You fall on your butt and laugh. You haven't bee this nervous since 8th grade, when you first started liking Brad. He sets your beer in the cart for you and puts his hand out. Taking his hand he pulls you up and laughs a little. You laugh too and he looks at you subtly. How your hair and chest bounces when you laugh, or how your hands moved awkwardly towards the cart to steady yourself. You wave at him, walking towards the check-out line. You pay and get in your dad's old pick-up truck and drive home. Before you stick the beer in the fridge you spot some small handwriting, his number. You write it on a piece of paper and set it on the counter, smiling.

You run into work, late. You throw on your apron and tie it, walking to the nearest table. You pull out the writing pad and smile. You then stop, realizing it was the boy from last night. He was there with another man who you assume is his brother. They both look up and the man from last night blushes. His brother looks back at him and laughs. You start your spiel, listing the specials. They both order and you go back into the kitchen. Your childhood friend, Mabel, breaks out laughing. "Aren't they just adorable?"

You come back a bit later and watch them talking. When you walk over they stop, them looking up inquisitively. "Hey, uh, have you seen anything peculiar recently?" The older one asks. You shake your head and refill your coffee. The one from last night interjected, fidgeting under the table. "I-If you do, j-just give us a call.."

Nodding you lay down the check. Your top spills out a little and they both stare. You stand up quickly. "I-If I do see anything, w-what are your names?"

"Sam," said the one from yesterday, "and Dean." said the other.

That night, you came home exhausted. You threw your purse on the counter and spotted the paper with Sam's number. You smile and pick it up, running your finger along the bottom of it. You bite your lip and pick a pen. You doodle his long hair and pretty face before stuffing it in your pocket. You run upstairs and start the shower, stripping down and setting the paper near your phone.

You step out of the shower and wrap a towel around your head, singing a song quietly. You wipe off the mirror and smile, pulling at the skin around your eyes. You walk out of the bathroom and scream. A large creature is standing in your hallway and turn around. You run to your bedroom and slam the door. You shakily try to lock the door and reach for the phone. You dial Sam's number,  crying.

"S-Sam.."

"Hey, Y/N, are you okay?"

"S-Something is here... in my house. You said to call if something weird happens. And something weird is definitely happening. P-Please come..."

•Sam's POV•

Sam quickly looked up, noticing Dean was in the bathroom.

"I'll be right there, okay Y/N? Please just, stay.."

He quickly jumped up and grabbed his gun and the keys. He ran outside and started the car. He drove as fast as he could. He didn't want to loose her. He had only met her but he felt something. Something strong pulling him to her. He realized he didn't even know where she lived and called her back.

"Hey, uh, where do you live?" Was all he could get out before he heard a crash and a scream. He drove faster and listened for her voice.

"[insert an address of your pleasing]. Please. I am h-hiding under the bed..."

Sam turned quickly and drove down the street. He scanned the mailboxes until he saw a door in the road. He looked over and saw a torn up house. He quickly pushed on the breaks and jumped out the car. He grabbed some weapons from the trunk. He ran in and up the stairs. Turning he saw a creature move. He shot it in the shoulder and it twitched. He shot again and aimed for the head.  It fell back but got up again. Sam shot it one more time and it stayed down. He ran into the room but didn't see her. She suddenly stuck her head out from under the bed. She looked relieved. She crawled out slowly and Sam noticed she was naked. He stared at her back until he butt began to show. He looked away sheepishly, not wanting to seem like a perv.

•YOUR POV•

You stand up and look down. You are completely naked. Quickly reaching for your towel you wrap it around you.

"Are you decent yet?" Dean asked, nervously. He peeked a little through his fingers and dropped his arm. You run up and hug him. He blushes and stumbles a little. You hug him tightly. You pull back and look him up and down. He is sweaty and hot, emitting the stench of bravery and testosterone. You look at the gun in his hand, then over a bit. You blush and pull back, laughing. He looks down and laugh too. He plays with your wet hair and runs his hand down your face. You put your hand on your chest.

"D-Do you wanna sh-share a beer?" You ask quietly, staring at his face. He shakes his head and runs his hands down your shoulder. You let out a little sigh-moan. He looks down at your face and laughs a little.

"W-what was that?"

"I-I am just... I don't know..." You say, adjusting your towel so it doesn't fall off. He grabs your wrist and the towel falls. You both laugh but do nothing about it. He runs his hands slowly down your chest. You blush and awkwardly look up. He shrugs a little and you both start making out intensely. He pushes you onto the bed and takes off his jackets. You look at him in the thin undershirt and sigh. He looks at you like a confused puppy. You reach up and kissed him again and pull off the last layer. You trace his tattoo and keep kissing him. You both start grinding on each other and he pulls back. He shoves his hair behind his ear and sighs. You both sit up and you look at him.

"Hey, what is wrong?" you ask, sitting back against your bed. He joins you and lays his head on your stomach and you laugh. You lean down and kiss him.  He smiles into the kiss and you stay snuggled like that for the rest of the night.