Supernatural Imagines

Teenage!Sam x Reader

There is a Light That Never Goes Out : Teenage Sam and Reader imagine.

/I might do a part two to this if you guys want? Just let me know x

School sucked ass. That was one of the reoccurring thoughts constantly looping in your mind, the girls were all seemingly oblivious to the importance of some sort of education and the boys were dominated by their raging hormones. Basically everyone got on your nerves, every lesson and every minute of the day.

A sharp exasperated sigh left your lips as you shook your head in frustration. Why couldn't they teach you useful things like self defence or how to manage your savings? Obviously learning how to find the value of non-existent angles in a freaking triangle was more important. Without realising, your head had slumped so far onto the desk that your nose was bumping its newly varnished surface, wrinkling your nose in disgust you lifted your face up, pulling the worksheet towards you again. A short glance at your watch told you that it was only five minutes into the lesson and you nearly slammed your head right back on the desk.

"Class. Can I have your undivided attention please," A crisp voice resonated around the walls of the classroom, obviously just as fed up as you were, "we have a new member of the school who's starting today. So can everyone give a warm welcome to Sam Winchester." The boy who stood nervously at the side of the teacher had long brown hair and a soft fringe that almost covered his eyes, he was staring down at the floor, hands entwined in each other. When he looked up, you made sure to smile in his direction. This boy would need all the help he could get.

Sam chose to sit behind you for the remainder of the lesson, you turned round to ask if he had any clue what the hell any of this work meant but he was sprawled out on the table, breathing shallow and his eyes fluttering shut. You reached out to poke his forearm gently, to your surprise he grabbed your hand roughly and his features immediately took on a worried expression which then turned to an apologetic smile as soon as you registered it. "You alright?" the question seemed to shake him a little but then you realised your hand was still encased in his grasp. Laughing nervously you pulled your hand away, prompting a blush to spread across his cheeks.
"Sorry, er..."
"Y/N."
Sam gave you a lopsided smile, and in that moment his perfect teeth and small dimples made your brain turn to complete mush. Maybe, just maybe school might be a little better with him around...

As winter approached, your wardrobe began to consist of large baggy jumpers together with a few stray beanies and woolly socks. You had given Sam one of your favourite beanies and he had worn it nearly every day to school, making your heart leap each time you saw him.

You were sat nestled within a beige blanket on the lawn at the back of your house, head resting comfortably on a warn pillow and your speaker blasting out The Smiths, you loved the stillness of evening, the sun's light only just visible shining over the haze of hill tops and bowing pine trees.

When a familiar voice called your name you stood up, still entangled in the depths of the blanket, Sam appeared from behind a side wall and suddenly shot you a huge grin. "Y/N you look like a freaking burrito."
"I am, I'm a burrito of sadness Sam." Now it was your turn to wear a silly grin as you pulled the cover further over your head. "Hey no don't do that." you became aware of Sam walking over and standing close to you, the breath caught in your throat. "Why do you always try to cover your face Y/N, I don't understand you're beautiful... Nah don't give me that look you are."

By the time the sun had finally vanished from the safety of the hill tops, Sam had explained to you that he would be leaving town in a few weeks. Family business he called it. It wasn't the fact that he was leaving so soon that scared you. No it was the thought of never meeting anyone like him again, yeah it was cheesy but Sam had brought out the best in you and you hoped you'd done the same to him. He was one of a kind and being without him was something incomprehensible. Leaning into his side, you let out a small sigh and chewed on your lip, a still silence consuming you both. Sam's fingers brushed the side of your cheek gently, his gaze fixed intently on your face, as if he was waiting for something. "Y'know I hate you for leaving Sam Winchester, and I ain't forgiving you any time soon." you mumbled into his shoulder, a shudder of discontent wracking your body. "I'm coming back Y/N, no matter how long it takes."