Supernatural Imagines

Hate/Sam

*sorta long chapter*

Lets get straight to the point, I loathe Sam Winchester. I've hated him since the day I laid eyes on him. He might be attractive but he's one bitchy attractive jerk.

"Hey Y/N?"

I turned to see Dean at the end of the table, duffle bag in hand.

"No. Nononono. You can not leave me with him." I jumped up.

"It's a small two day hunt just a couple towns over. I promise I'll be back as soon as possible." He reassured.

"Deannnnn." I groaned, flopping back into my chair.

"I'll give you $50 to not kill him while I'm gone." He offered.

"Make $150 and we got a deal." I told him, huffing.

He shook my hand.

"Try not to kill him." He pulled me into a hug.

"No promises." I told him.

He kissed my forhead and left. I huffed and sat back down, continuing my research.

Sam walked out of the hall. I tried to ignore him as he walked over to the table, examining it. He lifted up some papers and books.

"Hey!" I shouted in annoyance.

"Wheres my book?" He asked.

"What book?" I scrunched my eyebrows.

"The one about Vampires that I was reading earlier." He told me.

"I don't pay attention to you." I scoffed, looking back at my book.

My book was ripped feom my hands.

"Dude!" I shouted, standing up.

"Come on Y/N. Come and get it." With that, he ran away.

"Oh come on, Samantha! Were not five!" I shouted in annoyance.

I only got laughter in return. I huffed and ran after him. I ran throughout the entire bunker, trying to get my book back.

"Okay.... okay you win! You win!" I shouted, trying to catch my breath.

I leaned over and placed my hands on my knees. My anxiety kicked it and my breathing picked up. I slid down the wall until I hit the floor. I put my head inbetween my knees like I taught myself as a kid, but it didn't seam to be working.

"Hah- Y/N? You alright?" I heard Sams voice.

I looked up at him with tear filled eyes. He understood immediately and knelt down in front of me.

"Y/N. I need you to look at me." I couldn't manage to focus on his face.

He grabbed my face in both hands and made me look at him.

"Breathe with me, okay? In." He inhaled.

"And out." He exhaled.

I followed his lead for a while until my breathing slowed. He let go of my face and stared at me in concern.

"God." My voice shook. "What is wrong with me?"

"Huh?"

"Crying in front of you. Go ahead and make fun of how ugly a crier I am." I shrugged.

"Y/N. I'm not gonna make fun of you." He told me.

"Why not?" I huffed. "Why didn't you just leave me here to suffer?"

"Because Y/N...."

"Because why?"

"Because I don't hate you!" He shouted.

I flinched slightly.

"You- you don't?" I muttered.

"Of course not. I haven't for a long time." He chuckled.

"But you-"

"Acted like a huge jerk? Thats because I thought you hated me." He sighed.

"Sam?" I said quietly.

"Yeah?"

"I don't hate you either." I slightly laughed.

"You don't?" He questioned.

"No." I giggled.

"Well aren't we stupid." He chuckled.

"Yeah. Extremely." I nodded.

I looked up at him, to see him looking at me. He looked down at me with a small smile. I don't know if either of us were caught up in the moment or we felt something, but we both, in that moment, crashed our lips together.

He fell back against the wall, me stratling him. He held me by the waist as we hungrily kissed.

"Sam?" I asked quietly as we laid on his bed.

My head laid on his bare chest. One arm was wrapped around my waist.

"Yeah?"

"What does this mean?" I questioned, tracing his tattoo.

"Well, I like you. And I hope you like me." He rolled over, hovering over me.

I giggled and nodded. He chuckled.

"So I'm hoping this makes us, you know, boyfriend and girlfriend." Sam chuckled nervously.

"Hell yeah." I mumbled then kissed him.

That weekend was one of the best. I woke up on Monday morning to laughter and voices. I crawled out of Sam's bed and quickly ran down to mine, dressing quickly.

I tugged my hair into a ponytail and walked down the hall to the library.

"You didn't kill each other!" Dean shouted.

I rolled my eyes playfully.

"Where my money?" I asked.

He pulled out a wod of cash and handed it to me.

"Oh by the way!" I exclaimed before leaning down to kiss Sam.

He kissed back almost immediately. I pulled away to look at Dean, who had his mouth dropped open.

"I want my money back!" Dean shouted.

"Nope, I didn't kill him." I said, wrapping my arms around Sam's neck from behind his chair.

"This ain't fair!" Dean shouted in annoyance.

"Sure it is. We don't hate each other anymore."