Sad Supernatural Imagines

#107 Sam - You're adorable

•Edited•

This one is gonna be a happy one because why not? There will be fluufffff because I live for the fluff.

Y/N p.o.v:

You giggled again as Sam started making funny faces at you. Dean was off in the library probably rolling his eyes at the two of you. You and Sam have been together for a few years. He's seen you at your worst and at your very best. He has always been there through the thick and thin. He's the love of your life. You looked back down that the book you were reading for a case. A strand of your wavy, dark brown hair slipped out from behind your ear. Sam always said your hair was extremely soft, way softer than his. You didn't notice it but Sam was staring at you. Seeing how beautiful you are. Watching the way you moved your lips while reading yourself. Watching the way your brows furrowed when you didn't understand something. You looked back up at him with a smile, teeth showing and everything.
"What?" You asked. You always felt self conscious of you and your body. You were on the thicker side, but surprisingly, Sam didn't care.
"Nothing. You're just so beautiful. Your eyes especially." He said. You blushed. Your face was getting really hot. Your eyes were an icy, winter kind of blue with a blueish black hue around it. You just shrugged and started to get up. You gathered the books to put away considering it had a whole bunch of nothing in it. After all, it was getting late and you were tired.
"I'm heading to bed, Dean. I'll see you in there, Sammy." You said. Dean grunted in response. You walked to Sam and pecked his lips. You started to walk away. You could feel his eyes boring into your back. If he was like any other guy, he'd be looking at your ass, but knowing him, he probably wasn't. But who knows. You got dressed into Sam's sweatpants and grabbed one of his T-Shirts. You loved sleeping in his clothes. Because when he was gone for hunts that he wouldn't let you go on, you felt so much closer to him. He told you he thought it was cute. You just think it annoys him. You were really tired. You tried waiting up for Sam, but it just wasn't happening. Tonight was gonna be another late night for him.

Sam's p.o.v:

I walked into the bedroom and smiled as I saw Y/N passed out on the bed. She was silent and she looked so peaceful. She wasn't a very noisy sleeper but she did drool. A lot. Of course when she has nightmares she'll be loud, but that's it. I couldn't believe how beautiful she was. She's the first girl I've ever let myself love after Jessica. I changed into my pajamas and slid in next to Y/N. She was warm. She was always warm. She was like a heater, yet she was so small and so cute. I pulled back her hair that was stuck to the side of her cheek. I kissed her temple and smiled. She turned towards me, still asleep, and snuggled closer to me. I held her close to me while she slept. I stared into the darkness as I held Y/N close to me. I used to think that with what happened to Jessica and with the life that I live that I'd never be able to find someone. I was too scared of getting them hurt because of me while on a hunt. I was too scared of not protecting them if we tried to live a normal life. But when Y/N came into our lives, I don't worry about it as often as I used to because I know she's capable of taking care of herself. I don't know what I'd do without Y/N. As she lays on the bed in my arms, I closed my eyes but before I was fully asleep, Y/N woke up.
"Sammy?" She asked. She sounded so cute. Her sleepy voice sounding so beautiful.
"Yes, my love?" I respond. Y/N hummed before saying anything back.
"I love you." She said. I chuckled softly.
"I know. I love you too." I said. Y/N smiled and buried her face into my chest.
"You're adorable." I whisper before falling asleep with the most beautiful woman ever beside me.

A/N:

Short, but sweet. I wanted the reader to look a certain way, BUT you can replace the looks I chose with your actual looks if you please. I believe all of you are beautiful, but I was in a blueish, icy, dark kinda mood for the reader.