Supernatural Imagines

Friends: Sam x Reader

You and Sam have been friends since High School. Him and his brother were on a hunt one time during your junior year-the same hunt you were on. You had met, and been friends since.

But then Sam went to Stanford, tried convincing you to go with or at least go to a college. You had said you were in too deep, that you were more street than book smart.

You stayed in touch though. Visiting him whenever you had the chance. Staying with him from breaks of hunting. His girlfriend, Jess, being one of the sweetest people you have ever met. No matter how badly you wished he would just come back on the road, you were happy that he got out. That he could be with Jess and maybe get married.

Until one night when Dean gave you a call, saying Jess was killed exactly how their mother was, and that Sam was back in. Dean told you where they were off to next, and said to meet them there.

You scrambled to set everything in the town you were already in before heading out. Your nerves were on fire. You haven't seen or spoken to Sam in a few months. Mainly because hunts were popping up in more and more places, and because you were feeling differently for him. But you pushed it away. Friends. Sam needs you as a friend as much as you need him.

Three hours. Just three hours and you'll see Sam.

Those three hours went by too quickly for your liking and you soon pulled up to the motel they were staying in.

Shutting the door to your also cool car, a '69 Chevy Camaro convertible, your first and last love, you grabbed your duffel bag and went to find their room number.

You knocked three times once you found it and the door opened to reveal Dean Winchester.

"Y/N!" Dean pulled you into a bear hug and you chuckled, hugging him back. It's been a hell of a lot longer since you seen Dean than Sam.

"Hey Dean! It's good to see you." Dean set you down and pushed you softly into the room, shutting the door behind him.

You looked around and saw Sam was researching, as always, and hadn't noticed your presence just yet. You rolled your eyes and threw your duffel quietly into a bed before creeping up behind him. But before you could reach him Sam was already pinning you against the ground, gun pointed down at you.

"Sam! Sam it's me!" You shouted, but you weren't scared. Sam would never hurt you, not intentionally of course.

Sam huffed and threw the gun on the bed. He stood up and held his hand down to pull you up as well. Sam pulled you into a hug and you breathed him in.

"Hey Sammy. Ya know I sure missed being greeted with a gun to my head," you chuckled and Sam held you to him tighter.

"Are you staying?" Sam asked quietly and you heard the underlying messages.

'Are you staying with me?'

You pulled back, a gentle smile on your face as you stared up at your best friend.

"Of course Sammy. I can't leave without giving you two boys a bit of chaos." You threw a wink at Dean, who groaned and shouted that he probably won't be back till the morning. Perfectly fine with you.

Reluctantly, you untangled yourself form Sam's arms and stretched until you heard a satisfied crack.

"I don't know about you Sammy, but I am beat. I think I'm gonna get some rest. You can join me if you'd like," you winked and Sam shook his head with a laugh.

Sam started to undress and you couldn't help but eye him. Of course you've seen him half naked before, but now it's different. He's more sculpted, taller and much more muscle. Damn. You turned away as you felt your face flush, cursing to yourself under your breath.