Supernatural Imagines

That Mother Fucking Piece of Shit (SamXReader)

Y/n- your name

n/n- nick name

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Smut warning, it's really not that bad, I just felt like putting a just-in-case kinda thing.

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Sam's POV

(Y/n) Came through the motel doors with her hair flying to the side and she slammed the door behind her. She started throwing around profanities and then she threw her phone across the room to where it almost hit me in the face. Dean was already at her side and I finally stood from my laptop when her fit of anger was over and she collapsed to the floor in tears.

I bet it was fucking Alex. Alex is this fucking amateur hunter that only started because his douche of a friend's bar was being haunted. We met him again when he got sloppy on a hunt. (Y/n) was the one to save his life and they hooked up that night. I have to admit that it hurt. When she started staying with us it was because I saved her on an independent hunt. Independent meaning Dean was in hell and I was looking for hunts everywhere. She was possessed by a low rate demon and the demon killed all of her family. (Y/n) sort of snapped me out of this angry demon killing streak.

I fell in love with her. I fell in love with the way she does her hair and her makeup- even though I like it even better when she wears no makeup. I love the way she picked up hunting so fast and knows how to defend herself. 

She was amazing in all the best ways. We have so much in common. When Dean came back from hell they got along perfectly and I was afraid I would lose her to him for awhile. It was even worse watching her fall for Alex. He is such a douche. 

"(Y/n)?" I was at her side while she was now sitting on the bed, trying to stop crying. "What happened? What's wrong?" Her hands were covering her face and her hair was a mess, I could see streaks of tears and makeup through the parts of the face that couldn't be covered with her delicate hands.

"I-" She was trying so hard to talk. 

"It's fine, it's okay. You don't have to talk right now." I wrapped an arm around her shoulder and as soon as we were comfortable here, she hugged me, burying her face into my chest as she sobbed harder. After I looked to Dean and saw him smirking at me, then the ass winked at me, I rolled my eyes and held her closer.

After she was done crying, she looked up to me and smiled.

"Thanks Sammy." I hate seeing her like this. Her face was red and puffy, her eyes were bloodshot and her makeup was everywhere. 

"It's all fine (Y/n). Are you okay?" She looked like she was going to cry again so I set my hand on hers to try to reassure her.

"Yeah, I guess I'm fine. I really want to shoot something right now actually."

"Maybe when we get back to the bunker. For now, just let me know what's going on?"

She nodded her head and crossed her legs, pulling her hand away from mine. 

"I was going over to that bar to meet Alex right?" I nodded. I knew it was about fucking Alex. "Well, I got there and he was sucking face with some other chick." That fucker. "So, yeah, I went over, kicked his ass," That's my girl. "then I got kicked out and I drove home. Didn't cry till I got here, which is kinda surprising because I was even more pissed off in the car- Don't worry Dean, baby's fine."

Reader's POV

"I'm going to kill him." Sam stated simply, it came to him so easily that it was actually kind of scary.

"No Sam, it's fine, really." I assured him. "I knocked him out back at the bar. I also might have kept hitting."

"Fucki- good. Asshole better be in a coma or some shit." Sam being angry was hot and all but I really just need to forget about it. Alex was never going to be the one. Hell, I never even slept with him, I did stay in his motel room that one night though. But he didn't want to talk or fuck, he just wanted to make out, it was a bit weird. (I mean, I wouldn't have fucked him anyways but he didn't even try.) Dean went to the microwave and took out a burger that I never even notice him put in there. He handed it to me, still in it's to-go wrapping and I nodded, thanking him.