Supernatural Imagines and One-shots (Requests Closed)

Please? - Sam Winchester

"Please??" you begged as you bounced in the passenger seat. You had just passed a billboard advertising an apple orchard where you could pick your own apples. You hadn't been to an orchard since you were a kid. And even then, it was just the once. But you remembered how fun that day had been.

Sam chuckled. "No, Y/N. We don't have time."

You slid across the seat until you were pressed against his side. You leaned into him and peered up at him, giving him the best puppy dog eyes you could muster. One hand laid against his chest and made small circles. "Please, Sam? The hunt's finished. I know Dean's ready for us to get home, but he would understand. It's a fall tradition. You know how I am about traditions, Sam."

His lips twitched. "Y/N, in all the years I have known you, you have never once gone to an apple orchard."

"See? You've kept me from my tradition every year. Don't you feel bad? You should make it up to me."

He couldn't keep from laughing any more. "No, I don't feel bad, and I don't have anything to make up for. Nice try though." He kissed the top of your head.

You narrowed your eyes as you returned back to your side of the car with a huff. Pulling out your phone, you quickly punched in Dean's number. After banging up his leg in the last hunt, he stayed behind while you and Sam went on a salt and burn in Iowa.

"Y/N?" Dean answered in his gruff voice. "What's going on? Something wrong?"

"We're on our way but I want to go apple picking and Sammy says no." You were pouting even though the elder Winchester couldn't see it. You could see Sam shaking his head in amusement from the corner of your eye.

"Apple picking, huh?" Dean's amusement was clear in his voice. "I think that's between you and Sam, sweetheart. Did you give him the puppy eyes?"

"Yep," you said popping the p.

He made a noise of agreement. "Did you tell him it was a tradition?"

"Didn't buy it," you grumbled.

"Don't know what to tell you then. Good luck."

You sighed dramatically. "I guess you're right. Thanks, Dean. I was wanting to make that super cinnamon apple pie you like, but I guess I can just get a can of filling at the store."

"Put Sam on the phone."

You handed your phone over with a grin. Sam's eyes darted between you and the road the entire time he was talking to his brother. When they finished their call, Sam handed the phone back to you. "That was a dirty trick, Y/N."

"What? I didn't do anything." You blinked your eyes in faux innocence.

Sam scoffed and took the turn that would lead you to the orchard.