Supernatural Imagines

Sam x Shy Reader

Sam x Shy Reader

You hadn't wanted to go out, but your eager group of friends had insisted that you do something else other than sit in and read on a Saturday night, disagreeing with them had supposedly been out of the question.

"Y/N you look great, trust me!"

"I really don't want to be here..." You mumble as you shuffle awkwardly into the unwelcoming blackness, hoping they would hear and at least feel a little bad for dragging your ass here.Calling the bar crowded was probably the biggest understatement your friend could have made, the number of people in there made you want to run outside and gasp for air. Social situations were not your thing, but no one seemed to understand that saying 'Stop being so quiet' was quite simply going to have no effect on the matter no matter how many times they told you.It only took twenty minutes before you decided enough was enough, the only men that had talked to you were either drunk or just plain disgusting. Letting out a sharp exhale of breath, you sat down in a less busy corner of the bar, leaving your friends giggling remarks about you wanting to blend in with the wallpaper.

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

A deep voice made you look up, a pink flush began spreading across your cheeks as you registered that the guy was super attractive."Y-yeah... Sure."The man gave you a small smile before sitting down on the cushioned bench next to you.

"I'm Sam by the way.""Y/N."

You give him the tiniest hint of a smile, but it was all you could manage. The night had worn you out, and it had literally been an hour since you arrived.

"You don't look too happy to be here." Sam chuckled softly, his eyes warm and kind. You turned to face him, rolling your eyes and sighing loudly. "How anyone can call this 'fun' I'll never understand... This is possibly the worst place to bring an introvert." You stopped talking, blushing again and looking down at your hands, feeling a weight shift at the end of the bench you figured Sam had left. So it came as a shock when you glanced up to see him sat closer to you than before.
"I agree..." His soft voice almost inaudible over the roar of human laughter and music. "I want to be at home with a book and-" the man next to you let out a laugh, which you took to mean as was messing with you, he thought you strange, just like everyone did. Clenching your jaw, you shifted away from probably the only sober man in the bar and decided you'd had enough. Gathering up your purse, you stood up to leave.

"Stay, please, I'm sorry if I've offended you Y/N, I didn't mean to... I was just nervous, you're so beautiful." Sam met your gaze, his lips curling into a worried frown, he sounded so genuine, and you began to realise his laugh had probably not been one of mockery but one of understanding. It was crazy to you to think this man actually wanted to be here with you, rather than hooking up with one of the many beautiful women dancing in front of you.Resuming your seat, secretly thanking your friends for making you go out, you smiled for the first time that night, hoping that you could get to know him a little better.

Sam nudged you with his elbow, "Hey, we can be alone together."