Supernatural Imagines

Happy Birthday (SamxReader)

 A.N So I guess what I can explain this as is as a alternate how you met. it's just that Stuff Isn't the same. In this imagine you were never a doctor. I guess I can't really explain it.

Any ways, this is a late birthday present for my babe, Hannah (oops_hi01 )

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Reader's POV

I woke up in the morning to something I hadn't really gotten used to yet. I turned to see my new boyfriend who, yes, I have known my whole life. The funny part was Sam never caught on to the fact that I was head over heels for him since I was around eight (so as long as I could ever really understand what a crush is). He still didn't know that for as long as I can remember, he has been my number one crush. I was Bobby's niece and my father abandoned me and never returned. I guess that is a whole other sob story. That is not what today is about. Today is about me, relaxing and having fun.

"Mornin' babe." Oh damn. He sounds so sexy when he's just woken up. He was kinda groggy and cute. His long hair was every where, just scattered in front of him, covering his eyes. I felt a hand around my waist. Then another underneath. He was now almost hugging me kind of. His head was buried in my neck and while I wanted to, I couldn't fall back asleep in his arms. I was wide awake. What if he- " Happy birthday (Y/N)." Sam's words interrupted my thoughts.

We sat like that for awhile, his hands around my waist, my hands on his long hair, his face in my neck and mine in his chest breathing in his scent. God he smells good. Almost an hour, until Sam was finally fully waken up. We stumbled into the kitchen to be welcomed by an unfamiliar scent, pancakes and eggs and sausage. Just a bunch of stuff that Dean would never actually make.

"My god." I breathed, impressed. "Dean, did you make this?"

He chuckled. "Yeah. Happy birthday (Y/N)." I walked over to the sink as the boys sat down. "Um, (Y/N), I already got the silverware." Dean held a handful of forks up.

"Oh." I glanced into the sink. Ha! No dishes!

"Um, and I did the dishes for you this morning." Dean added, knowing that dishes were my worst nightmare and that I hate them.

"Heh. Thanks." There is no way that Dean made that food. was all I could think right now. I guess it didn't matter. Then I saw the overflowing garbage can and the to-go boxes sticking out of it. I didn't need to tell Dean that I knew he didn't make me breakfast, just knowing I was right was enough for me.

I sat and ate the breakfast that Dean "made", and enjoying every bite of it, knowing that even though Dean didn't put the time into making it, he did go all the way to a diner that he knows I love but is an hour away.

Afterwards, we decided to watch a movie because "there are no hunts anywhere within a days drive of the bunker" according to the brothers. They made the horrible choice of letting me pick the movie. I decided that Me Before You was an entertaining (to me) choice because I have already seen it three times.

During the movie, I watched as the boys laughed at all of the witty comments and jokes, then I watched as they sat with their jaws on the floor as they found out about William's death wish. The best part was when Dean was lying fetal position on the floor, crying like I had never seen him cry and Sam was lying on the couch, horizontally, face in my lap, just sobbing. All I did was sit and watched in amusement as the boys broke down, mumbling about what should have happened and how evil this movie was. Sam said something about never being able to see stripes the same way again as Dean finally uncurled from his position on the floor.

"Did ya like it?" I said, moving Sam's head from my tear stained yoga pants, then standing to put my bowl of popcorn away, I could feel their glares like knifes shooting into my back. Yeah, they hated me for making them watch the movie. I also knew that tomorrow, or even sooner, they would be begging to watch it again.