Sam Winchester Imagines

Sam x Reader (5.5)

"I guess that's my cue to go upstairs," you said kinda of sad. You didn't want to go up and help Dean. You started to walk away when you heard a muffled sound. "What was that?"

"Oh-what? Uhhhhhhh... nothing...," Sam said. You didn't believe him but you walked away anyways. It took you awhile to find Deans room but you eventually found it.

      "Sooooo...... what were you and Sammy talkin' about?" Dean asked before you got all the way in his room.

      "Uh... well... I-we...," god why was it so hard to talk to people? "Deep breaths. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6." You whispered to yourself. "Well we mostly talked about how Sammy- I-I mean Sam never talked much," you replied. You were so proud but you were embarrassed too.

"Why'd you start counting?" Dean asked. You look down embarrassed. You could feel your face getting red. "Is it like a calming thing?" You didn't answer instead you fell on the floor and started crying.

"I'm so so so sorry Dean. I-I didn't know this would happen. I didn't want this to happen. I'm just so sorry," you said with tears running down your face.

"Hey hey it's going to be okay. I promise," He replied in a calming voice.

"No it won't it will never get better. Mr. Singer was right I don't have friends and I never will," you said calming down. You couldn't breathe. You wanted that thought to leave your head.

"Come here," Dean said picking you up like you weighed nothing. You didn't want to be here anymore. You just wanted to die. "Don't say that. You don't want to die. If you want I can take you home but I can't have you thinking about dying," apparently you said your thoughts out loud.

"No. I'm good. I'll be fine. What do you have for homework?" You said sniffing in between every other word.

"Ok... you sure you're okay?" Dean asked. He kept bugging you. Why is he so damn caring? You just nodded. "Ok... well since you're not feeling the best let's just watch a movie."

"Woah. Hold up. I like Sammy," you said.

"Ya I know. But I'm hoping to make him jealous enough to confess his love to you," Dean said getting up and going to the living room. "Come on," he said motioning you to follow him.

"Ughh. Fine," you replied. You started walking then you stopped.

"Why'd you stop?" Dean asked.

"Will there be popcorn?" You raised you eyebrow to show that you were serious. Dean stopped too. Your stomach growled to show how hungry you were.

"Yes. I wonder if Sammy is done with homework?" Dean said.

"Why? You aren't going to set us up are you?" You had so many questions but you didn't want to annoy him.

"Well I want to see if he wants to watch a movie and I might be planning something."

      You walk over to the living room and sit. You both sit on the couch.

      "Oh chuck!" You whispered.

      " 'Oh chuck' What the fuck does that mean?" Dean asked. Than the author realized that this would be fun to explain.

      "Oh-uhhh... i-it's a reference from my favorite show (that might end)," you replied embarrassed.

      "Oh cool what's it called?" Dean asked completely lost.

     "O-oh it's uhhh it's called Supernatural," you said looking down because the floor is just sooo interesting.

      "Cool. SAMMY YOU DONE WITH HOMEWORK YET?" Dean yelled probably bursting your ear drum.