Supernatural Imagines

Sam X Reader

(A/N) ~ (y/f/m) means your favorite movie

You had just finished cleaning up from a hunt and decided to go out and grab a drink with your boyfriend Sam.

It had been a while since you guys had taken a break from hunting to try and enjoy yourselves.

Once you entered the bar, Sam left to go find the bathroom while you sat at a table and waited for him to get back.

"What's a pretty girl like you doin' all alone in a bar like this?" A random drunk guy approached you.

"I'm not alone." You said getting a little creeped out.

"Hmm, that makes you seem worthwhile." He says stepping closer to you almost face to face.

You slid your chair back and began to walk away when he grabbed your arm.

"Sam!" You yelled trying to pry the man's arm off of you.

Sam looked around the bar and spotted you struggling to get the man's arm off of you while he dragged you out of the door.

He ran as fast as he could out of the door and saw you still struggling while the man punched you in the face and left cut marks on your jaw. He made his way over and punched him square in the jaw.

"Sam Winchester." The man's eyes flashed a coal black.

Sam began to exorcise the demon but it flung you across the parking lot, leaving skid marks on your arm and leg.

Sam's attention never broke away from the demon but it began to choke you. Sam hurried up with his word as he saw your breath lessen from your airway being blocked.

You felt yourself loosing air by the second but Sam finished in just enough time for you to regain your oxygen supply.

He knelt down on the ground beside you, his beautiful brown eyes glaring into your own.

"Are you okay?" He finally asked breaking the silence between the two of you, well silence not counting your gasps for air.

"Yeah, at least I think so." You said finally regaining enough oxygen in your system.

"Why don't we just go home? We can crack open a couple of beers and watch a movie or something." He suggested.

You reluctantly agreed not really wanting to stay at a bar that could be demon infested.

Once you and Sam had gotten to the bunker he had kept his word. He grabbed two beers from the fridge and popped them open.

He yelled for Dean but had no response, meaning Dean was probably out hooking up with yet another random girl.

You and Sam ended up cuddling on the couch watching (y/f/m).

Nights like these were the best. No hunts, no injuries, just relaxing with your boyfriend. You really hated going on hunts, not because you didn't like saving people, but because you hated standing by wondering if Sam was going to get hurt or not.

After a while Sam turned off the TV and both of you set of for your shared room.

You and Sam pulled back the covers, slipping under them to feel some kind of comforting warmth. The blankets weren't enough for you and him so you both cuddled into each other's sides every night, protecting each other from the outside world and embracing the love you two shared for each other.

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(A/N)

Sorry this is really short! I'll try and make up a longer imagine to make up for this one.