Supernatural Sister Imagines

Imagine #5: Moose

Imagine: Dean is gone on a hunt and you get to spend a day in the bunker with Sam.

Age: 5

"Y/n, baby, it's time to get up." You heard gentle words in your ear and a hand stroking your soft locks of (color) hair.

Your e/c eyes peeled open to see Sam sitting beside you on your bed, a gentle smile on his face as he looked down at you.

"Hey, cupcake. You hungry?" You smiled back and nodded, sitting up and rubbing your eyes.

"Did Bubba leave already?" You asked, wiping your nose on your sleeve. Sam nodded, his voice soft.

"Yeah, he left early this morning. He told me to tell you he loves you." Sam grasped your tiny thigh and gave it a little squeeze, a cheerfulness entering his voice, "Do you want some pancakes?"

"Yay!" Was your only response as you held out your arms, opening and closing your hands as you asked to be picked up. Sam stood and scooped you into his arms, nuzzling your neck with his nose while you squeaked and pushed at his head.

He tossed you on his hip and held you with one hand while he entered the kitchen. He asked you where the ingredients were and you pointed to various cabinets and drawers. Pancakes were a tradition in the bunker, and you knew where every little ingredient in them was kept.

Sam got everything down with you in his free arm before plopping you onto the counter beside the stove, handing you a large bowl and a wooden spoon.

He put the ingredients in the bowl and let you stir it while he went looking for a whisk. After he'd come back and stirred your lumpy mess into an actual batter, he fired up the oven and put the griddle on it, pouring a few miniature circles of batter onto the surface while you watched with a watering mouth.

"Where did Dean go, Sammy?" You asked as you watched Sam sprinkle chocolate chips into the pancake batter. He glanced at you with a smile.

"He went to work, baby, you know that." He answered, walking to the fridge and retrieving the orange juice and two glasses, one large and one little.

"Yeah, but where?" You persisted, taking the juice Sam have to you and sipping it, the acidity of the oranges making you pucker your lips and squint your eyes shut. Sam chuckled at your face and wiped a drop of orange juice from your chin with his thumb.

"Well, this time he went all the way to Idaho."

"Where's that? Is it on another planet?" You asked in wonder, your eyes wide. He laughed once again.

"No, but it's pretty far. It's pretty much on the other side of the U.S."

     "Is that far?"

     "Very." Sam moved the pancakes from the flattop to the plate that you held in your hands and poured a few more. Your mouth began to water as you looked down at the pancakes, but you wanted to wait for Sam before you ate.

     You turned your attention back to your older brother and watched as he continued to make your pancakes.

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     After you and Sam had both eaten and cleaned up, Sam asked what you wanted to do.

     "You actually want to play with me?" You asked, not really realizing how horrible the question sounded out of context. Sam wasn't fazed however, simply smiled and held your tiny face in his large hands.