Supernatural Imagines

Sam x Reader

The familiar noise of wailing children and babies made your ears ring and your nose wrinkle up in annoyance. Every single damn day, some parent would drag their screaming child inside the convenience store, trying to bribe it to be quiet with candy. Every hour was monotonous and dragged out until the bell rang, signalling the end of your shift. If you could, you would leave this dead-end job and explore the world, but that was a cliche wish and one you were slowly giving up on."Uh, excuse me?" A male voice interrupted your thoughts, and you snapped out of your daze, looking up to find an extremely tall man in a blue plaid shirt stood in front of you. He was scratching the back of his head in what you expected was annoyance.

"I'm sorry, what can I do for you, sir?" You chirruped in your oh so fake 'happy to help' tone.

"I wanted to ask you a few questions about Jed? I'm his cousin who's come from Atlanta to visit him, and he's been acting strange recently... Do you have any idea why that could be?"

The man's voice and his soft features made your brain turn to mush, and it took you a few seconds to respond, mentally scolding yourself.
"Uh, sure thing. Look, my shift ends in five minutes. I'll answer your questions then if that's okay?" you gave him a genuine smile, your tone returning to normal. This guy was obviously smart enough not to fall for the charming voice you had to put on for other customers. Plus he was kind of cute...

"Alright, thanks, er Y/N is it?" you nodded in conformation as he looked at your name badge.

Five minutes later, you heard the bell, and mentally fist punched the air as you walked towards the back room, stripping off your work clothes and putting on some jeans and a tank top. You ambled towards the radio, which was blaring out 'Wanted Dead or Alive' by Bon Jovi. You turned up the volume and began dancing along, singing each word relatively in tune.
When the chorus started you spun around at the sound of someone joining in with your singing, it was the guy from earlier. You didn't know what else to do but grin sheepishly as you both stopped singing at the same time, the grin still plastered on your face. "I'm sorry I just really like this song." You gasped, letting out a small, breathy laugh, scratching the back of your head nervously. The man nodded, a smile creeping onto his face, "I didn't mean to disturb you, I'm Sam by the way.""S'ok, really." You shrugged casually, walking over to two empty overturned fruit crates and gesturing for him to sit.
 "What do you wanna know about Jed?"
You sat opposite him, trying hard not to keep staring at his lips and keep cool, but damn it was hard.The first half of your conversation was all about Jed and his overly weird habits. Still, as you became more comfortable around Sam, you both began to drift off-topic, telling him about your wish to travel and he in return telling you about his brother, Dean.
You weren't sure how long you had been sat there, but when Sam finally stood up and stretched his arms above his head, exclaiming how he should really get going, you nearly pulled him back down and begged him to stay. Being able to talk to someone so openly had done wonders for your confidence. Thankfully you had at least some self-control and nodded, leading him out of the room out to the back yard. You sketched a wave as he began to walk away, shouting back over his shoulder a hasty goodbye. "See ya around Y/N."

"Bye, Sam."

You leant against the brick wall, watching him walk away, groaning in frustration that you hadn't had the guts to get his number or even a last name.The next few days were relatively normal, apart from the apparent increase in robberies in your area that kept everyone on their toes. You also kept seeing Sam everywhere you went, the library, the little cafe on the corner and even at the park. When you saw him walking outside the store where you worked, you decided to confront him. It was getting kind of creepy.

"Are you stalking me or something?"

He jumped, spinning on his heels to face you, his cheeks brushed with pink. "No. No, of course not... Just a coincidence." He trailed off, obviously hiding something.

"C'mon Sam. I've seen you literally everywhere-" you never got to finish your rant, he was staring straight ahead, past you. Suddenly Sam pulled you down onto the floor, yelling "Duck!" You were about to struggle out of his grasp when you heard a gunshot and a bullet fly past your head. Adrenaline rushed through your system, and you reached for his hand, which intertwined with yours tightly. "Round the back." You whispered, hardly able to speak from pure shock. He pulled you up and pushed you in front of him, murmuring that it was okay and that he had your back. His hand still gripped tightly in yours, you crept round the back of the store, gulping large breaths of air into your lungs trying to stop the oncoming panic attack you could feel rising within you.Once you had snuck into the back room and barricaded the door, you and Sam turned to face each other, his hand snaking to your waist, then he pulled you to him into a warm embrace, holding the back of your head and stroking your hair slowly. "I was trying to protect you." Sam murmured into your neck, making you look up in surprise, nodding for him to continue. "Well... It's hard to explain, but Jed has gone all 'psycho' on us, and I knew he would try and come after you, and the store. Thing is I don't know why..." You buried your head in his chest, letting out a small sob, the serious reality of the situation sinking in. It appeared your coworker had it out for you in the worst way. Sam began to draw lazy circles on your back with his finger, murmuring words of comfort into your ear until your breathing slowed and your sobs gradually ceased.
 "I'm not going to let you get hurt okay Y/N? Trust me. Hang on, I think I better call Dean." He pulled his arms away from your waist and reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone, he walked across the room, put it to his ear, and began talking.
 His words were all a blur to you, and you couldn't work out what he was saying, so you sunk onto the floor, head cradled in your hands. A few seconds later, you felt a hand on your knee, and you looked up to see Sam's face inches from yours, "Alright?" You just nodded numbly in response, "I'm going to take you somewhere safe, but I'm sorry you can't go home just yet, that's exactly where Jed would expect you to go... It would be too easy."

"Why me? I'm nothing special..."

"Don't say that Y/N. Of course you are. Dean is outside waiting for us, are you ready to go?" You didn't reply, not even a nod or shake of the head, this was all too much.
Somehow, when you felt Sam's soft lips press against yours, you reciprocated almost immediately, your lips melting together. He pulled away after several seconds, you bit down on your lip to stop a whine of disapproval at the loss of his mouth on yours.
 "Ready?"You smiled softly, a blush staining your cheeks, trusting the man knelt before you and his kind words absolutely. "I guess so."