Supernatural Preferences & Imagines

Sam Winchester Imagine

small furry mammals of fury.

No one quite understood you like Castiel did. That, of course, was one of the many reasons why you liked him so much. Everyone could tell from a mile away that he was the favored one out of the three; him, Dean, and Sam. 

But, no one knew that you were favored back. From the wrong man. Not even vying for his attention, instead looking for another's, you managed to catch the heart of the eldest Winchester. None of this was ever admitted though: you never admitted you liked Castiel and Dean never admitted he liked you. 

Though, the glances were obvious and everyone had told themselves.

All in the midst of the weird people vying for one another, Sam stood alone. His tall stature was one to allure many girls into his side, yet he never found the one that fir perfectly with him. And, try as he might, his searching skills for love were beyond repair. After all the emotional heartbreak and his spouses he had captured along the way dying, Sam Winchester was the least one to talk about Mrs. Perfect. 

He had not one clue to find her. 

But, from his point of view, finding her at the moment seemed damn near well out of place. Not with you following Castiel around like a puppy, Dean pouting in the corner as he watched and sending you smoldering gazes, Castiel being beyond clueless of your actions and trying to stay by Dean but got pushed away, and himself going crazy from it all. 

You were in the middle of grabbing Castiel's attention when Sam shouted from down the bunker hall. Almost in a split second, you and the twisted friends were in front of Sam. "What the hell, Sam? Don't just go around and shout whenever you want!" Everyone knew that if Sam did that, he would still come. 

"I am sick and tired of your disgusting love triangle." You and the two stared at him in a confused manner. "Love triangle? How is this a..." you trailed off and stared suspiciously at Dean and Castiel. "Are you two fuc-" Sam covered your mouth and rolled his eyes. 

"It's blatantly obvious to all but you three. [Y/N] wants Cas, Cas wants Dean, and Dean wants [Y/N]." 

It was oddly silent. "What!" you finally exploded, turning on the two males who were white faced. "What the actual hell, Cas!" You shouted before running off, leaving all three men silent in the dust.

Sam dragged a hand down his face as he studied Cas and Dean. "I'll be back, don't touch each other." Dean stepped back, staring at Castiel as if he was just hearing he was an angel again. Castiel was s h o o k. He couldn't look anyone in the eye and became like a jittery, abused dog. He bit his lip before taking off, leaving Dean alone to deal with the bomb that just blew everyone up.

You sat on your bed, already pressing play on Titanic when Sam knocked on your locked door. "Can I come in, [Y/N]?" Sam asked, leaning on his shoulder to the door, hearing your TV come to life. "It's locked for a reason, dumbass! If you want to help, go get cookie dough and cheesecake ice-cream!" You shouted back, a bit nasally from the tears.

You felt heartbroken; and you weren't even dating the guy. But it sucks to find a guy so perfect and understanding, the one to marry and have a future with, a guy who shows signs of wanting you back: only to have him turn his back and say, "I like guys."