Supernatural One Shots (Smut possible)

Dinner with the Parents (Sam x Reader)

You grumbled quietly in front of the mirror as you eyed the fitted black dress that clung to your curves, "We really don't have to go." You turned towards Sam, who was on the bed putting on his shoes, "We can tell them that something came up."

He raised a brow towards you, "Like what?"

"Like... I don't know... anything that would get us out of it." You ran a hand through your hair as you slightly paced around your bedroom. You stopped dead in your tracks and threw your hands up in the air, "We could tell them that we need to take Dean to the hospital! They would absolutely believe he got into a fight at a bar or something." You chuckled, "My mom has always thought of him as trouble maker."

He rolled his eyes as he laughed quietly to himself, "We've cancelled twice this month already. We can't cancel again."

You threw your hands up, exasperated, "Fine. We'll go." You grabbed your hand bag from the bed, "but it's going to be terrible and I'm going to hate it." you pouted. Sam just shook his head as he grabbed your shoulders and steered you out the door.

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Sam squeezed your hand as you walked up the sidewalk, mostly out of adoration, but also dragging you to dinner, to the extravagant restaurant your parents had picked. It was intimidating compared to the roadside diners you and Sam had frequented while on hunts. You looked into the brightly lit building as waiters dashed around in front of the tall glass windows, your nerves creating a pit in your stomach.

Sam stopped just in front of the doors and turned you to towards him. Taking your face in his hands he soothed, "Babe, it's going to be great. And even if it's not, I'm right here."

He pulled you into a gentle kiss, melting away, at least, some of your worry. With a deep breath, you yanked open the glass door and walked inside.

You plastered on a smile as you internally screamed at the sight of your eagerly waving mother. "Oh for the love of god", you whispered through gritted teeth as you shyly waved back. Sam placed his hand on your lower back as he pulled out your seat, extra pressure on his fingertips in solidarity.

"Hey mom," you breathed out. You looked towards your uninterested father, his expression not helping your anxiety about how this evening was about to go. You nodded towards him, "Dad."

"Hey kiddo." He replied indifferently.

Sam took his seat after helping you into yours. "Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N, how are you?"

You mother wiggled in her seat as she clapped her hands together, "Oh Sam, we just went on the greatest vacation."

You tuned out from the conversation, reminiscing on the last hunt you took with Sam. That demon gave you a real run for your money. Your shoulder dully ached at the memory of being thrown into the wall of that abandoned warehouse.

The demon cackled, twisting the laugh of the female meatsuit it had hijacked, as it threw you into the wall. Sam scrambled to find the break in the trap, but still keeping an eye on you. If things got too far, he wouldn't hesitate to kill it if it meant saving your life.

He completed the tap once more, sealing away the demons power as you stood back up. You rubbed at your shoulder as you looked towards Sam, silent communication flowing between you two. He nodded, knowing your anger was going to get the best of you before you could get any information from the wretched soul.

You both wanted to save the girl.

He looked towards the demon as you started chanting, exorcising it from the young woman. You were going to have to get your information elsewhere.