Supernatural Imagines

And so it begins...

An unexpected visitor comes to your door in the middle of the night looking for your boyfriend, Sam.

"So you're telling me you hate Christmas?" You ask, the disbelief obvious in your voice.

You sit down on the small red sofa and put your legs across Sam's lap. Christmas is in less than a week, and your apartment is decked out, no thanks to Sam. Well, it's as decked out as a college student on a budget can get. You have a small tree and a wreath on your door, but the peppermint scented candles are the best part by far. They make the tiny living space seem warm and homey.

"I just never celebrated it that much when I was younger." Sam explains, like it's not the weirdest thing in the world for a kid to hate Christmas.

"What did you do on Christmas then?" You ask jokingly, "Stare at a wall?" You know you can't be too serious because Sam always tenses up when you talk about his family. The two of you have been dating for almost a year now and there is still so much you wish to know about him.

Sam just shrugs and turns back to your little TV to watch the game. Penguins versus some other hockey team, you don't really know the name.

"You're a little weird sometimes, Sam," You laugh, leaning over to press a quick kiss to his lips. "Cute, but definitely weird."

You change positions on the couch so your feet move from his legs to the coffee table. The two of you watch the rest of the hockey game. Neither of you really like the sport, but you both love to laugh at the fights that always break out. Sometimes you tell Sam that you think he should play hockey. With his size and speed, he'd be able to make it down the rink now problem. His only fault is that he's too mild mannered to participate in the frequent team fights.

On your way to bed, you stop and glance at your desk. It's cluttered with books and papers, and you dread having to sort through the mountain of thesis papers in the morning. One of the disadvantages of being a scholarship student is that you have to work your ass off to stay on the scholarship. Sam knows your struggles; he's going through the same thing.

The only reason you have this apartment is because your fabulously wealthy grandmother gave it to you as a nice gesture. She and your mom don't really get along, but the old kook still adores you. You aren't entirely ungrateful, seeing the struggles Sam goes through. He spends most nights at your place because the dorms aren't well kept, and he has to work all the time just to afford food.

Sam sees you staring at the giant pile of books as he walks by and he puts a comforting hand on your shoulder.

You give him a small smile, putting your hand on top of his. "Let's go to bed." He intones soothingly. You giggle as he interlocks his fingers with yours and pulls you towards your bedroom.

You start to fall asleep in his arms later that night. You aren't really an easy sleeper. Your worries seem to always consume you right before you drift off. Your grades are always on your mind. So is Sam. He has been having weird nightmares that he isn't talking about. You also can't stop thinking about your mom.

Your mom died in a car accident a few months ago and you just can't seem to keep her out of your head. Swerving out of the way of an animal seems like a crappy way to go. Especially when the thing tried to eat her after it was done. She'd had claw marks all over her body.

Sam was there for you when you found out about it, but the whole thing had made him a bit distant for a few weeks. You had hoped that he didn't go through anything like that in his family. You just didn't know. You could remember him intensely talking to somebody on the phone the day after it happened. He said it was his uncle, but he never brought it up again.

You are interrupted from your thoughts when you hear a weird noise come from the kitchen. You move Sam's heavy arm off your waist and carefully get out of bed, grabbing your baseball bat out from behind your bedroom door and quietly making your way to the kitchen.

"Please don't be rats. Please don't be rats." You whisper to yourself, trying to be careful where you step now. With the paranoia of rat stepping fervent in your mind, you turn the corner of your slim hallway.

You almost pee yourself when you turn on the kitchen light and see some guy in a brown leather jacket standing in your kitchen. You're too shocked to scream, but your reflexes take your arms back in a swinging motion when he harshly whispers, "Woah, woah, woah!"

"Who the hell are you?" You ask, half scared, half concerned. You look him up and down, noticing that he's unarmed. You let out a sharp breath at his rugged condition. You are all for helping out the homeless, but you don't want them breaking in and raiding your fridge.

"You're not gonna hit me are you?" He asks quietly while glancing nervously at the long, wooden Louisville Slugger in your hands. The stranger's about your age, with short spiked hair and wide green eyes. He seems relatively harmless, you think, despite his tall stature.

You realize that you are still in swinging position so you lower your bat cautiously. "What can I say? I'm a lover, not a fighter." You squeak, the smallest hint of sarcasm in your voice.

"Yeah, I can see that." He chuckles, still looking at the bat. There is no way he could be a hobo. He is way too confident.

"Can I help you with something?" You ask, tiring of the small talk. "If you're here to kill me or something..."

"I'm looking for Sam Winchester." He clarifies, "His roommate said he spends most of his time here so..."

So you couldn't knock?

"Sam?" You call out, keeping your eyes on the man just in case he tries anything funny. You hear your boyfriend stir in bed and get up. He trudges out of the bedroom groggily, but his eyes widen when he sees the stranger.

"Um, Y/N, this is my brother, Dean." Sam introduces. You see him give Dean a dirty look in your peripheral vision.

Dean only smiles at you. "Wow Sam, quite the girl you got here." You glance down and realize that all you have on is a pair PINK underwear of and a tank top. Thank God you left your bra on.

"Why are you here Dean?" Sam inquires, cutting right to the chase. It's pretty obvious to everyone that he doesn't really want his brother around.

Dean looks at Sam with wide eyes, like he wants to say something else, but can't.

"Dad's on a hunting trip, and he hasn't been home in a few days."

Hey guys! So that was my first imagine! I wanted to do something pretty basic but I also wanted to make it relatable to Christmas since my break just started today! Hope you like it! Don't be afraid to make a request or submit any imagine ideas! It makes it a lot more fun!!!

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