Supernatural Imagines and One-shots (Requests Closed)

Not Funny - Sam Winchester

You'd been hunting with the Winchesters off and on since you were a teenager. A year and a half ago you were on a hunt with Sam while Dean did a salt and burn the next town over. A couple of beers and some relaxed nerves had you and Sammy confessing your feelings. You hadn't left their sides since. And now the three of you, plus Cas, had the bunker. A home. It was an odd concept you still struggled to get used to sometimes.

Currently, you were stretched out on the bed beside Sam. You were reading while he searched for a new case. He sighed heavily and sat his laptop aside before raking his hands through his hair.

"Nothing?" you asked, laying your book on the table beside you.

He shook his head and scooted down in the bed so his face was even with yours. One of his hands settled on your stomach while the other propped up his head. "Part of me is thrilled because it means I can stay here with you, the rest of me doesn't trust it."

Your only answer was a smile as you carded your fingers through his hair. It had been quiet lately, unusually so. Something was building, you were all sure of it, but damned if you could do anything about it. Sam leaned forward and kissed you. You giggled as he continued in your direction until you were on your back and he hovered over you. "Hello," he said with a grin.

"Hello," you answered, your voice soft as you returned his smile. This was your favorite Sam. This lovey, quiet, carefree Sam. You didn't get to see much of him, so you took advantage when you did.

He leaned forward and kissed you again. His tongue swept along your bottom lip requesting entrance. You opened your mouth to tangle your tongue with his as his hand eased the hem of your shirt up. His fingers teased along the bare flesh of your hip and you sucked in a breath at the ticklish movement.

"I found a case!" Dean exclaimed as he hurried into Sam's room. Both of you jerked in surprise and Sam rolled over to glare at his brother. "What?" the elder Winchester asked with a grin that told you he knew exactly what.

He tossed an article he'd printed off to Sam.

Sam's eyes scanned the article and his mouth set into a firm line. "No."

"What do you mean no?" Dean asked. "You can't just say no."

"No, Dean. Look I did it again. You're just doing this to screw with me."

Your brow furrowed in confusion and you snatched the paper from Sam's hand. You ignored the two of them bickering as you read through the article. Four college students had been found on campus with their throats slit. A clown had been spotted carrying a large knife around the time of one of the incidents. You pressed your lips together.

Seeing that you had finished reading, Dean turned his attention to you. "Well? What do you think?"

"I think we should at least check it out." You shrugged when Sam turned to look at you.

"Traitors. You're both traitors."

***

The three of you had been hanging around the college for almost a week now. It was evident there was something bizarre going on around campus, but as of yet the three of you hadn't pinned it down.

"Hey, Y/N, check this out," Dean said with a gesture to the screen in front of him.

You scanned through the article which described the death of a co-ed on the same campus a decade ago. Throat slit and left to bleed out. Three days passed before she was found. "Sounds like you found our culprit, Dean. Nice job."