Supernatural Imagines

Drunk

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(Author's POV)

Sam and Dean open the bunker door and sigh.

"It is so good to be home after this hunt." Dean smiled as he threw his duffle bag full of weapons to the side.

Sam gave a light chuckle. "It will be even better if Y/N makes us a meal."

"Speaking of which, where is Y/N?"

The two looked around for the girl. That was when they noticed it. On the kitchen floor lay her arm from behind the island. Sam dropped his things and they ran over. She lay there on the hard tile floor, unconscious. Empty bottles of beer and hard liquor surrounded the ground around her. Puddles of vodka, bourbon, and beer spilled out of half-drunken glasses.

Without hesitation, Sam scooped Y/N off the floor.

Dean sighed. "I'll clean up."

Sam took Y/N to his room and laid her on the bed. He walked into his bathroom and emerged with a cold wet washcloth. He sat on the edge of the bed and began to wipe her face. She squirmed under his gentle touch. Y/N grabbed his arm and turned onto her side, pulling him down to lay next to her.

"Everything hurts." Her voice was a whisper and her words were slightly slurred. Sam knew she was good about holding her liquor. But he also knew that she wouldn't remember any of this in the morning.

Sam sat up and smiled at her. Her eyes were squinted and tired.

"Come on. Let's get you out of these alcohol soaked clothes." He spoke to her as if she was a sick child. He grabbed her hands and made her sit up. "Hands up." He commanded. She lifted her arms and let Dean take her shirt off. She flopped back onto the bed and wiggled out of her pants.

Sam laughed softly at the sight. "Well, since you're drunk, I can't very well give you a bath. Now can I?" She giggled and shook her head. "So I guess I have to stick to the washcloth."

"Where's the beer?" She asked.

Sam laughed. "No. No more for you." He said as he continued cleaning her face with the cloth. "You know, you usually don't drink this much. You have pretty good self-control. What was different about today?" He asked. At this point he was just speaking aloud, not expecting any response.

"Cause you left." Sam stared at her. "Every week, a different job. Every week I'm left alone in this house for days on end. You come home and then a few days later your gone again. Sometimes without a goodbye. It makes me sad and lonely." She slurred.

He sighed. "I know, I know. I'm sorry. I really am. But you are much safer here at home, feeling a little lonely, rather then coming with us and being in danger. I have lost too many people... I'm just not ready to lose you. You mean too much to us, to much to me. If something ever happened to you..." Sam fell silent before laughing it off. "I pray to god that you don't remember this tomorrow."

~next morning~

Dean poured Sam a cup of coffee and handed it to him.

"So what went down last night?" He smirked.

Sam rubbed his tired eyes and chugged his black coffee. "I feel tipsy after talking to her all night. She was so drunk. " He shook his head.

Dean laughed. "Was she that wasted?" Sam nodded.

A hungover Y/N came stumbling into the kitchen.

"Morning sleepyhead," Dean smiled smugly. "Did ya have fun last night?"

"Fuck off, Winchester. I'm not in the mood." She growled and flopped down into her chair.

Dean threw his head back and laughed. "Love you too, Y/N. Anyways, do you remember anything from last night?"

Y/N sighed sourly and closed her eyes to think.

~Flashback~

'I was lonely!'

'I know. I'm sorry.'

'You left!'

'Forgive me.'

'I ... I...'

'Please don't.'

'I hate you!'

'.......I love you too.'

~End of flashback~

Y/N shrieked. She fell out of her chair and her body hit the floor like a limp rag doll. She grabbed the table and peered over the edge at Sam.

Sam stared back at the round e/c eyes that peered over the table.

Dean chugged the rest of his coffee. "I'll leave now." He shuffled away.

"Y/N, I..."

"No," Y/N interrupted. "Don't try and explain anything. My head hurts to much for that. All I want is yes or no answers." Sam nodded in agreement.

"Did you say what I think you said, last night? Did you say the L word?"

"...Yes."

Y/N stood up and stared at him. "Did you mean it?"

"...."

"Sam! Did you mean it?!" She yelled.

Sam stood up and grabbed Y/N's waist. He pulled her roughly towards him. Their bodies touching, their faces so close. Sam's eyes were stern and they searched Y/N's face for a sign.

"Yes." His voice was deep and serious.

Y/N stood in Sam's arms, shocked by the answer. She wrapped her hands around his shirt collar and pulled his face closer. "Good." She whispered.

Their lips crashed together and danced perfectly against one another. Sam's arm tightened around her, pulling her closer to him. The kiss was perfect but couldn't last forever. They pulled apart, breathing heavily. Their lips tingled from the sparks of the kiss.

A voice voice rang out from the corner of the room. "Finally," Dean laughed. "The tension between you two was getting unbearable to watch."

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