Supernatural preferences and imagines

The Death of a Balloon (Sam)

"Why did you have to kill my balloon?"
Sam's slurred words made me smile, even though they weren't directed at me. I looked at Dean, who sighed.
"I didn't kill it. You can't kill a balloon. I popped it."
Sam stared at him in horror, "You popped him!"
I stifled a laugh, "Sam, its fine. I'll get you another one."
Sam's eyes turned to me and he slowly smiled.
"Okay, only if its a blue one."
"Blue. Got it," I turned to Dean, "Stay with him, okay?"
Dean gave me a tired smile, "Will do."
I tentatively walked through the stark white hallway, not exactly sure where I was going. We were at a small hospital close to the motel because Sam had broken his arm after a demon had thrown him against a wall. I was still mad at myself for letting that happen to him. You knew people would get hurt in this line of work, but I hated to see Sam or Dean hurt in any way. But I had admit seeing Sam high on painkillers was amusing. I finally found the gift shop and got balloons for Sam. I decided to get more than one because I wanted to see Sammy smile again. And maybe if I was being honest with myself I still felt a little guilty, even if he assured me it wasn't my fault. Quite adorably too, he kept saying "bad monsters fault, not Y/N" until I smiled and agreed. It wasn't very helpful to my crush that was rapidly developing for him, but I couldn't help but fall more for him when he started petting my head and calling me a "real angel". I'm just trying to keep myself from saying anything stupid until he gets off the painkillers. Who knows, maybe I'll get up the courage to ask him out? I quietly laughed to myself knowing I'd never be able to ask him without totally embarrassing myself. I was about to walk into the room when I heard Sam talking to Dean. Being the absolute idiot I am, I decided to stand behind the door and listen for anything interesting.
"Sam, you are way to drugged up to be professing love to anyone, much less Y/N."
Woah. I mentally slapped myself. He's on drugs, he doesn't know what he was saying.
"But, Dean, I love her!"
"I know, I love her too."
I could hear Sam's grumpy expression in the next words.
"It's different. I can't stop... thinking about her."
"Why don't we wait until tomorrow, if you still feel the same way you can tell her then," Dean reasoned.
"Okay," Sam agreed grudgingly.
I decided I should probably walk in now and decide what to do with this information later.
"Hey guys, I'm back with the balloons!"
"Balloons, plural?"
I pulled the balloons behind me into the room.
"Yeah, I may have gone a little overboard."
Dean snorted, "Slightly?"
I glared at Dean before handing them to Sam. He looked up in awe and smiled at me.
"See, Dean, she's perfect!"
I blushed and tried to recover quickly, "Don't get used to it, Winchester."
"Aw, are you blushing?" Dean asked teasingly.
"...no." I said unconvincingly.
Dean laughed, "You totally are."
I mumbled a "whatever" and went over to my bag to get out my book. The rest of the day passed slowly as Sam slept most of the day and Dean and I mostly kept to ourselves. Finally the next morning, the energetic doctor told us we could go home, just to get Sam Advil when he wanted it. The car ride back to the bunker was rough, I could tell the pain medicine was wearing off, as Sam winced every time Dean hit a speed bump or pothole. Dean parked the car and I put my arm around Sam helping him inside as much as I could. He had been cut and bruised on his legs and torso so walking was difficult. He was breathing heavily by the time we got to the couch in the open area and laid down sighing. I looked down at him concerned.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
I raised an eyebrow and he laughed.
"Okay, maybe some Advil would be good."
I got his Advil and some water.
"Sorry to ask, but could you get the book I'm reading, it's on my desk."
I nodded and quickly walked to his room and went to his desk. The thick brown book was laying open and I grabbed it, stopping a moment to look at his desk. I smiled when I saw his to-do list, which consisted of goodbrook demon case, read volume II of Santiago's spellbinding and ask Y/N. Wait. Ask me what? I stared at the sticky note, confused on the meaning. I shook my head, deciding it was probably about a case or something. I shouldn't be snooping around anyway. I walked back to Sam, the heavy book in my hand. I smiled and gave the book to him.
"Anything else I can get you?"
No, no. You already done so much."
I furrowed my brow.
"Sam, you know whatever you need I'll get."
He sat up, wincing. I held out a hand to help him, but he waved me off.
"Look, I wanted to talk to you."
I nodded, suddenly nervous. Surely he couldn't be talking about what he and Dean talked about yesterday? He cleared his throat and continued.
"You have always been so... perfect, so I didn't really think that I ever had a chance with you, but I'm just going to go for it... I like you."
He nervously glanced up at me, trying to read my expression. A smile slowly formed on my face as I processed what he said and I quietly asked, "You like me?"
He returned my smile and looked down at his hands.
"How could I not? You're the most smart, beautiful, strong woman I've ever met. I knew I was a goner the second I met you."
I looked around the bunker, my mouth open as my brain tried to figure out what to say.
"I... like you too, Sam. A lot. I thought you were to good for me."
"Really?" He laughed.
I hugged him tightly, remembering he was injured as he gasped I released quickly.
"Sorry! I forgot."
"It's okay."
We sat in silence, smiling at each other. Then he got a shy look on his face.
"Can I... have my balloons?"
"Of course! I left them in the car."
I turned my smiling expression into a very serious one and looked at Sam.
"I'll have to be very careful though," I said gravely.
Sam looked confused.
"What? Why?"
"I might accidentally kill one of them!" I said dramatically. I saw Dean starting to cross the room, shaking his head.
"For the last goddamn time, you can't kill a balloon!"