Supernatural Imagines and One-shots (Requests Closed)

The Game - John Winchester

A/N: An AU with no supernatural creatures and the boys got to live a mostly normal life.

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"Do you see your dad?" you asked Sam as you wove through the crowd in the stadium.

"There's too many people," he complained. At least he could see over the top of them.

"He should be looking for us." Sam's brother Dean was starting for his university football team and you'd all come to watch the game. John had come straight from work which is why you were now looking for him. Next time you were meeting in the parking lot.

Sam glanced back as you pushed through the crowd. "You okay, Y/N?"

You nodded and gave him a smile. Sam's mom had died in a house fire when he was still an infant. Being her best friend, you stepped up and did what you could to take care of her family. As the years went on you were included in every event, every holiday. Just another part of the family. Somewhere along the way you'd forgotten to start your own.

Perhaps it was the fact that Sam and Dean had become your kids. You took them to games, picked them up from school when they were sick and kissed their skinned knees. More likely it was that you had fallen head over heels in love with John Winchester. He didn't see you like that. You knew that. Still, when the night came that you both had a little too much to drink and ended up in bed together, you couldn't bring yourself to regret it.

You'd found yourself waking up beside him more often now that the boys were older and Dean was off at college. But there had been no promises, no whispered words of love. You fulfilled a need for him and you'd take him any way you could get him.

Arms wrapped around your waist and you jumped. John chuckled in your ear. "Hello, sweetheart."

Sam grinned at the two of you and John quickly released you, obviously not wanting either of the boys to get the wrong idea. "Come on. I found our seats." John led you opposite the direction you'd just been walking. Sam made sure you were settled in the chair between the two of them.

The game was well into the second quarter and your throat was raw from screaming for your team. You had just finished a particularly enthusiastic shout for your boy when John chuckled beside you. A glance showed him grinning at you, flashing those dimples that always made you weak in the knees. Heat flooded your face and you turned your attention back to the field. "What?"

"I just love watching you cheer for my boys."

Well, they're my boys too, you thought but bit your lip to keep from saying anything. You had no claim over them. Not really. Getting the feeling you were being watched, you turned to find Sam studying you with that concerned look he specialized in. You were interrupted before you could say anything.

"John?" a soft voice asked. When your eyes fell on the woman in question, you suddenly found it hard to breathe. Annabeth Summers. Blonde hair fell in waves around her perfectly made up face. Even her clothes made it look like she'd just stepped out of a catalog. She was one of John's co-workers and you had never liked the way the two of them interacted. What the hell was she doing here?

"Hey. I was beginning to think you weren't going to make it," John said from behind you answering that question. He'd invited her. She made her way past you and Sam, barely glancing in your direction.

"I wouldn't miss it," she exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek.

She took the seat on the other side of him and his attention was immediately taken by her rather than what was happening on the field. You clenched your teeth together as you did your best to ignore the laughter from beside you. The feminine giggles, the way she touched him oh so casually.