Sam Winchester (and occasionally others) x Reader

Greek God (Sam) Part 1

Imagine Sam surprising you by coming to your high school reunion after you two had a fight.
********
God, the nerve of this guy. All you were trying to do is help, but nooooooooo apparently you were in the way. If not for you his ass would be in a world of hurt or he would be dead. He should be freaking thankful that you were there to save his life.

"(Y/n)! What the hell?" Dean's voice growled threateningly.

"How about a 'thank you for saving my life?' Dean?" You growl back, not standing down.

"(Y/n), you almost got yourself killed, pulling a stunt like that." Sam sighed, not being overly upset like his brother usually was.

You and Sam had been dating for over a year and a half. He knew getting upset with you wasn't going to help anything, your stubbornness and strong personality making you a force to be reckoned with. Though, he would also agree that's one of the things he loves about you, but never out loud.

"But I'm still here. Come on Sam, not you too." You grumbled as your eyes locked on his.

"Dean is right babe, you can't keep throwing yourself into these dangerous situations like this." His large puppy dog eyes almost melt you, but heaven forbids you to go down without a fight.

"So it's alright for you two to throw yourselves to your deaths for a freaking tin can if need be, but if I want to save someone I care about I'm reckless?" You growl back at them, seeing Dean physically tense.

Sam scowled down at you as his jaw clenched "You-" Sam stopped himself, stroking a hand down his face as he shifted his weight. You could see the anger on his face building.

"Nothing happened, Sam! I'm fine! Besides, I saved Dean from being eaten alive! Why can't you be a little thankful, hm? If not for me you both could be dead! You think I could just sit back and watch that?!" You were just as upset as Sam was, and from the corner of your eye, you could see the 'oh shit this is not going to end well' look on Dean's face.

"I don't care about that (y/n)! What I care about is the fact you came barreling in there with no plan, no weapon, and no regard for your own safety! Did you forget that directly after you killed that one another one almost killed you?!"

"Nothing happened-"

"This time! What about next time? What if next time I'm not able to get to you fast enough to save you?"

You could feel your hands begin to shake with your anger "I'm not some precious China doll you can just hide in a corner covered in bubble wrap, Sam! I want to help, and you know I am fully capable of doing so! Stop treating me like a baby!"

"Then stop acting like one!" Sam yelled, regret immediately taking over his features. "(Y/n)...."

In your anger you turn and walk over to your bag, grabbing it and throwing it over your shoulder without saying a word. The brothers watch you in silence as you grab your things and move towards the door, Sam reaching out to stop you. The glare you shoot him makes him stop, his eyes pleading with you to stay. Without another word you leave the room, the boys left dumbstruck in the room behind you.

Tears threaten your eyes as you pick the lock of a nearby car. It doesn't take long before you are in the car playing with the wires to get it to start. Finally, you begin to back out of the spot, but you stop when you see a familiar figure standing in the doorway of the motel room. His eyes give you one last silent plea that you decide to ignore before continuing to back out. With one last glance in his direction, you speed off in the newly acquired car.

The long drive was cold and quiet, your least favorite thing right now, but you were too dead inside to turn on the radio or the heat. The chill that developed on your fingers kept you awake and the long road gave you time to think. Perhaps it was a ridiculous fight, but you knew in your heart you did the right thing.