Supernatural Imagines

Dressed To Impress (Sam)

You put on a tight black t-shirt with a deep v-neck, denim shorts that were too... Short and black heels. You dressed skimply just for the sake of attraction. You and the Winchesters were hunting down a few vampires who were taking victims from clubs.

You put on some eyeliner and eyeshadow, making your eyes smoky. You wore the darkest and most luring red lipstick you had. You put on a choker as well because... Well, you like chokers. You left your hair open, straightening it out. You could say yourself that you looked pretty sexy.

You walked out of your bedroom and towards the Bunker's library, excited to show the boys what you looked like.

"So, what do you think?" You asked as you twirled around. All Dean said was 'wow'. He scanned you from bottom to top, a smirk plastered on his face. You walked over to Dean, holding his shoulders seductively.

"Do I look good enough?" You grinned as you traced the stitching in Dean's shirt. "Oh I'd take you home any day. I'm free tonight, so..." Dean replied and ran a hand through his hair.

You chuckled, "Yeah okay big boy, maybe later." You patted his shoulder and he frowned.

You looked over to Sam, whose head was stuck into a bed. "Sammy, how do I look?" You asked and he looked up, trying extremely hard to not stare.

"Yeah you look... Good, great," He said and you raised your eyebrow. He cleared his throat, acting as if you weren't standing there. You walked towards him and sat on the table, crossing your legs.

"How do I look?" You repeated, grinning. "I said that you look good," He answered, a bit nervous.

"Only good?" You questioned, with a smirk, as you held his hand. "You look... Fine... Uh, what are you doing?"

You leaned closer towards his face, kissing him on the cheek. He turned red, and cleared his throat.

You giggled a bit, "Oops. Uh Sam, you've got a bit of..." You wet your thumb a bit and rubbed the lipstick stains off Sam's cheek. He stayed still, jaw clenched and muscles tensed.

You smirked. You knew how much Sam was into to you, your source being his brother Dean Winchester. You liked him a lot but you guys never talked about it.

You jumped off the table, Sam eyeing your body. "Well, we should get going guys. It's way past 7pm," You told and Dean nodded.

You strutted towards the Bunker's door, the boys on your tail. "Dude she's something," Dean said to his brother, whistling softly.

Sam hit his arm, glaring at him, "Dean don't." His brother raised his eyebrows, "What? I'm just saying. Don't you want to... Sleep with her?" Sam ignored him, walking off as Dean continued to blab.

*****

You sat at the bar, music blaring out of the speakers. It was so loud that it vibrated within your chest. You turned back, finding Sam and Dean in the distance. You nodded to them and they nodded back.

"Hi."

You looked at your right to find a handsome, young guy in a black leather jacket looking down at you as if you were a bowl of ice-cream.

"Hey," You said smoothly. You scanned him, licking your lips and acting as if you were attracted to him. Honestly, he wasn't your type but... You had to do it for the case.

"Is anyone sitting here?" He asked and you shook your head. "It's all free, waiting for someone like you to show up," You said and smirked.