Supernatural Imagines

Sam x Reader - What, like it's hard?

Characters: Y/N(reader), Sam, Dean

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Request/Summary(from Tumblr): Sam x Reader - Can you do an imagine where y/n is super sweet and bubbly and most think she can't be a Hunter because she's girly but when she finds out her bf (sam) is a hunter she helps him and dean and takes out an entire vampire nest by herself in a skirt and heels and when asked she goes "what? Like it hard?" - by Anonymous

Word Count: 2700

Warnings: explicit language, typical SPN violencce

A/N: This is kinda crappy, but it was fun to write!

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"Please, Sam" - you begged, for what felt like the hundreth time.

"For the last time, Y/N, there's no way I'm letting you join in on this hunt! It's too dangerous!"- Sam stated, raising his voice in an attempt to get his point across.

What started as a little discussion had turned into a full blown argument between you and your boyfriend of two years, Sam. He had some free time in between hunts and decided to stop by and visit you. He had been staying for two days before told him you wanted to go on a hunt with him and he freaked out.

"And what do you expect me to do then, Sam? Huh? Sit around while you are out there, risking your life?!" - you yelled back, anger running through your veins.

"This is my job, Y/N!" - you were so frustrated at this point. You hated the idea of him putting his life on the line like that. You hated that you couldn't do anything about it - "Listen, Y/N, me and Dean have been doing this our whole lives-"

"I know, Sam and I understand that people's lives are at stake here, and I get that hunting is your life, I really do, but I can't just sit around all day, knowing what's actually lurking out there and wait for you to come back in one piece! That is, if you come back at all." - Sam sent you a deadly glare as those words left your mouth. "Listen, I'm not asking you to let me hunt the monsters with you! I'm simply asking you to let me tag along, so I don't have to wait around the phone for you to call and let me know you're alive." - you couldn't fight back the tears anymore and suddenly a sob escaped your lips and the tears started streaming down your face.

"No, please don't cry, baby." - Sam said, pulling you into his chest. "I just don't want you to get hurt, Y/N. I mean, you have no experience with hunting." -  You knew what that meant: he thought you weren't strong enough to be a hunter. Weren't good enough. You couldn't exactly blame him for that, though. You knew you weren't a typical hunter, hell you weren't even a hunter, but you knew how to handle yourself and it hurt to know that Sam thought so little of you.

"I'll tell you what," - he started, pulling away from you and looking into your eyes - "I'm gonna let you tag along," - your eyes widened at his words and you couldn't contain the smile that crept onto your features - "But, you are not going to leave the motel room and-" - you didn't let him finish his sentence as you leapt into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist - "Thank you! Thank you!"- you said repeatedly while kissing him.

"Alright, alright." - he said, carefully placing you back on your feet, "Go pack, we're leaving for the bunker in thirty." - you jumped up and down excitedly, before practically sprinting to your room.

Fourty minutes later the two of you hit the road. "It's about an hour untill we're there." - Sam said, breaking the silence - "Then, the three of us are off to Bloomington, Indiana." - your face fell a little when he said that and Sam noticed it - "You okay? You don't seem as excited anymore."

"Oh, yeah, I'm just peachy."

"Wait, is this about Dean?" - Sam asked, shifting his gaze from the road to you for a split second. - "He hates me, Sam." - you said, looking down at your lap.