Supernatural imagines: So, Get This...

Sam's Memory Lane

Having a nightmare so Sam staying up with you and you talk about your favourite times with him.

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I breathed heavily as I sat up out of bed as quickly as I could. I was practically panting and I frantically looked around to see that I was in fact at home and in my own room safe and sound. I sighed and rubbed my eyes, I'm definitely not going to be able to fall asleep now. I groaned and sat on the edge of my bed, I slid my feet into some fluffy socks from the draw in my dresser. 

I ignored my reflection and walked out of my bedroom door. I looked over the back of the couch where my best friend Sam was currently asleep. He's been gone for so long I'm just finally glad to see him for a few days. We met in Stanford and instantly became best friends. At the beginning of the friendship I thought that I was in love with him but as time has gone by and we've learnt more about each other I can't imagine it any different. I smiled as I walked into my kitchen and looked into the fridge, I quietly got myself a cold drink, taking a sip as the fridge door closed. I looked over to the couch and smiled to Sam sleeping state. I giggled slightly at his legs protruding over the side, he's way too tall. 

"And stay out!" A neighbour shouted through the hall way. 

"Shut up!" Another neighbour shouted and I knew instantly there was no way Sam could sleep through that. They're always arguing in the building I shouldn't have let Sam sleep on the couch, he'll probably be up all night whenever they shout. I looked over to him to see him wiping his eyes and sitting up to look at me. 

"Are you okay?" He asked in a deep groggy voice. 

"Yeah, I just came for a drink." I explained and looked at him as he looked at me in the darkness. 

"I can't sleep," I added and he nodded and stood up. He walked over to me and hugged me, something I didn't know I needed. 

"Was it a nightmare?" He asked softly so I nodded as my head rested on his chest. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asked but I shook my head. Seeing it once was enough. "I can keep you company till you fall asleep if you want?" He asked and I pulled away to look up at him excitedly. He chuckled as I grabbing his hand and practically skipped to my room. I sat on the bed crossed legs and looked to him expectantly. 

"What shall we do first?" I asked making him laugh. 

"You're supposed to be going to sleep," he commented as he took a seat but I shrugged. 

"We should tell stories, not scary ones, I'll never sleep," I joked making us both laugh. I thought for a second. "Remember that time in Stanford when we at the Halloween party and George got so drunk he hit on you," I stated unable to contain my laughter. 

"He was pretty smooth I almost forgot I was a guy," Sam joked making me laugh hysterically.
"Remember when I forgot to hand my assignment in so you distracted the teacher so I could sneak into his office and you ended up flashing him so he wouldn't catch me," Sam was in fits of laughter at the memory. 

"That's not funny, he kept emailing me the rest of the year," I didn't bother hiding my laughter.
"Worth it," Sam added making me laugh. 

"You still somehow got a higher grade than me on that assignment," I joked making him burst. I missed out fits of laughter. I always seem to miss his laugh, it's always too quiet without him.

We talked all night, we ended up getting more comfortable at one point and fell asleep cuddling. We didn't mean to but that's how we woke up when the light was shining through the gap in the curtains. We didn't really find it awkward, if anything I enjoyed it.