Sam Winchester Imagines

#24 You Gotta Look The Part

Hunting was never a glamorous job. Plaid, jeans, boots, too many layers in the summer for God knows what reason. Vampire blood splattered on the face from some beheading, or, in Sam's case, glitter gunk blood from a clown. Obviously when the boys went undercover as FBI, they got to wear a cheap suit to look the part but you didn't really like the confrontation of being the fake FBI so you didn't have a half decent costume to fit the part. The one and only time you ever got to wear anything but the comfortable plaid shirt and skinny jeans you always wore, was when Sam and Dean forced you to go to a party with them as their date.

"Sam, please don't make me go" you pleaded "you know I hate having to talk to strangers" Sam just smiled.

"It's only a couple hours Y/N, don't be such a wimp" Sam said, pulling you into his side for a hug. He kissed the top of your head. What Sam didn't know was you had bad social anxiety so you weren't just scared to go to this party, you were terrified. For you, being put in a room full of strangers and having to make conversation with them is as bad as putting Dean on a plane that's going around the world 7 times. At first, you get a knot in your stomach, just below your ribs, then you get a tightening in your chest, that's when you know the panic attack is coming. Then, like clockwork, you loose your breath and cant get it back until you're in a bathroom by yourself or with someone you know incredibly well, running your wrists under cold water.

No matter what you did, you couldn't stop the inevitable when in social situations. There was no way the boys were going to let you stay at the motel by yourself without knowing about your social anxiety so you just had to deal with it and 'stop being such a wimp' as Sam put it.

"Here, I bought you this. You know, for the party" Sam said shyly, handing you a little bag. You opened it up to reveal the most beautiful dress you'd ever seen. It was a blue, ankle length dress with a slit up the leg so you could reach your knife strapped to your leg easier. Practical and beautiful. Wow.

"Thank you Sam, I love it" you smiled, bringing him in for a hug and kissing him softly on the lips. Sam just blushed and smiled at you while you went into the bathroom to get ready for the dreadful night.

The shower in the motel had no power to it whatsoever so it took you about an hour to wash your hair and shave your legs. Once you were out of the shower, you worked on getting your hair dry and curled. It didn't take that long because your hair was shoulder length for hunting. Make up was never your area so you just settled for a subtle look instead of the whole shabang. You slipped into the dress and stepped into the blue, suede heels you had for some unknown reason, and walked out of the bathroom. You were fiddling with the clasp on the bracelet on your wrist but you could still feel all eyes on you. Least to say that made you uncomfortable.

"Take a picture it'll last longer" you said flatly still trying to do up your bracelet. You heard both of the boys cough loudly and go back to whatever they were doing before you walked into the room.

"So, Y/N, you will stay at the bar with Sam keeping up appearances while I go and find the witch. Okay?" Dean said, pacing the room in his tux that matched Sam's. They both looked very handsome.

You and Sam both nod before gearing up. Your demon knife in your leg holder and your Colt 45 in your waistband. You knew it wasn't enough but you didn't have much choice. There was nowhere else to put anything.

"You ready to go?" Sam asked

"Yeah lets just go" you replied, already feeling the knot starting to form in your stomach.

The car ride to the party was mostly silent because you were silently freaking out, Dean was mentally preparing for his encounter with the witch and with you two doing that, Sam had no one to talk to. The time came where the three of you arrived at the party. You made sure that you had your hand intertwined with Sam's. It was at a fancy bar and with the boys both in tuxes and you in the beautiful, elegant dress you all fit right in. The knot in your stomach was getting tighter but you tried to ignore it as you made your way to the bar with Sam while Dean went and did his thing.

"Lemonade vodka please"

"Sure thing sweet heart" the bartender flirted with you. You blushed before you felt an arm snake around your waist. You looked up at Sam to see him giving the bartender a death glare.

"Someone jealous?" you giggled nervously.

"Of course, I'm the only one that can call you sweetheart. Okay sweetheart?" Sam smiled, kissing your forehead.

You just smiled and concentrated on keeping the tightening in your chest down. That was when the worst thing ever happened. A group of people came over to the bar and crowded you. You lost Sam instantly. Judging by the tightness of your chest, you had about 5 minutes before the inevitable happened so you pushed through the sea of people to get to the bathroom. You only just got to the bathroom before you lost your breath completely. The walls were closing in on you and your legs were just about ready to give way. This was way worse than any other time, no doubt about it.

You were so immersed in your panic attack, you didn't hear Sam calling your name until he touched your shoulder.

"Y/N, it's okay. Look it's me, Sammy. You're going to be okay, just breath with me" he said, concern laced into his voice.

You were breathing with him but it just wasn't working, the panic attack was just too bad. Sam could see that it was getting worse so he picked you up bridal style and sat you at the sink. He turned the taps to cold and put your wrists underneath them. You suddenly became conscious of the old scars that scattered your wrists but the thought of ending the panic attack pushed the feeling aside. 

Eventually the attack subsided and you were back to normal more or less. You rested your head on Sam's shoulder and kissed your head and stroked your hair. He knew how to calm you down instantly. 

"Are you okay now Y/N/N?"

"Yeah, just people you know? Social Anxiety sucks"

"You should've told me"

"I know I'm sorry" you said hanging your head.

Sam lifted your chin with his finger so your were forced to look at him. He leaned in and kissed you softly.

"I love you, social anxiety or not" he said smiling 

"I love you too Gigantor"

HEYY GUYSSSSSSSS WE HIT 1K 

*Hits a sign with 1K on it*

OH THE PUNS ARE REAL

Thank you all for getting me to 1K love you all! To celebrate, we I'm posting a depressive imagine!!!! Such fun! I didn't want to post a depressive one a 1K but I started writing this before I hit it and I hadn't uploaded in a while so here you goo mofo :P

I'm listening to Rock n Roll Never Forgets by Bob Seger so I'm kinda hyper if that's what you want to call it hence the caps and weirdness. Good song go listen

Thanks for reading!

-EF xx