Sam Winchester Imagines

#5 Drunken Anticks

That wasn't the first time you'd been to that bar that week. It hadn't been the easiest week to say the least. You quit your job, pervy boss who went too far. Like trying to touch you up in the ladies bathroom kind of far. You felt like shit and the bar was the only comfort you had until your brother could come from New York to visit. 

You were on your fifth beer plus who cared amount of shots when your attention was averted to the two men who arrived in the bar. They were both nicely dressed, which was weird because your town wasn't the kind for suits. The shorter man wore a full suit with a red tie and his browny blonde hair spiked up at the front, he was very attractive but nothing compared to the man standing next to him. He was tall, very tall with long brown hair tucked behind his ears. He was wearing a tight white shirt that showed off his massive arms and toned body with black trousers that hung low off of his hips. He was drop dead gorgeous. 

"Two beers please" the shorter man said, you could feel him staring at you.

"Can I help you?" you turned to him, taking him by surprise.

"God, I hope so" he said still drooling over you

"Ugh, men, always trying to get in your pants" you sighed, getting up. Engaging in conversation with someone who would just sleep with you and then leave without another word was the last thing you wanted to do after this week. No matter how good looking he was.

You weren't the most sober person in the world so when you rushed towards the exit you tripped. You expected to hit the floor but someone caught you.

"Hey are you okay?" the taller man said

"Oh look a silver lining, the gorgeous one caught me" you slurred, Lord knows you would never say that if you weren't slight-okay, very intoxicated.

"Okay, come with me and we will sit in this booth right here and I'll get you a coffee" he said leading you to the booth still blushing from your previous comment.

"Okayy" you said stumbling into the booth.

He walked over to the bar, bought you a coffee and walked back with a water for himself. The other guy was still at the bar chatting up another girl way prettier than you, bloody player. 

"I'm Sam Winchester by the way, and that guy over there is Dean, my brother" Sam said giving you a warm smile

"Y/F/N" you said sipping your coffee, you could feel yourself sobering up already.

You and Sam sat there in a comfortable silence while you tried to sober up enough to conjour up a decent conversation. Finally you were thinking straight and started with an apology.

"I'm sorry about the whole falling and calling you gorgeous, I don't usually do things like that" you said quickly, trying not to sound stupid.

"It's fine really, I'm glad you did actually. I don't usually have company when my brother and I go out. I'm sure you can figure out why" Sam chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah" you said with sympathy

"Tough week?"

"Try quitting your well paid job because your boss tried to cop a feel in the ladies bathroom" you sigh, getting sad about it for once. You'd only ever been angry about it before but now you'd started to think into it, you started to question yourself. Did you look easy? Is that why Dean was trying it on with you as well?

"Hey, that's horrible, what a scumbag" Sam said disgust in his voice.

"Is he though? Or do I just look like an easy fuck? Your brother obviously thinks so. Some drunk he can just pick up at the bar, a few compliments and a few drinks later I'm in his bed?!" you said on the verge of tears

"Y/N don't you dare think that for a second, your boss was a bag a dicks and my brother would flirt with a lamp post if he could. Yes, you are a beautiful girl but don't think for a second that you look easy"

You looked down into your empty mug when a tear fell into it. Then another and before you knew it you were crying in front of a guy you'd just met. Embarrassing or what? He wrapped his massive arms around you and you cried silently into his chest. He stroked your hair and held you until you calmed down.

"I'm sorry for getting your shirt wet" you said looking up at him,

"It's okay sweetheart, you don't have to apologise, you've done nothing wrong" he said smiling down to you.

You kissed his cheek, lingering there to whisper in his ear

"Thank you"

"You're welcome" he whispered back

You moved your head to his chest and he stroked your hair once more. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't keep yourself from drifting off to sleep.

You'd fallen asleep on a complete stranger called Sam Winchester. He could've been an axe murderer for all you knew. But in his arms, you felt the safest you'd been since the incident. So in that moment, you didn't care. Not one bit.

Whoop whoop another chapter! No kisses, sorry but I felt like if you'd been sexually harassed by your boss, you wouldn't really be going round kissing guys you just met. Just me? Oh well, hope you enjoyed the imagine :)

-Ellie xx