Supernatural imagines: So, Get This...

Sam's yes

Sam liking you but dean asked you out and you said yes
(1457 Words)

I sighed as I entered the staff room.

"Hey, cutie," my coworker greeted but I groaned showing how annoyed I was. Without saying anything she just grabbed my arm and pulled me to sit next to her on the couch. She looked at me expectantly so I started to explain about my horrible day, starting with the leak in my apartment to the sleazy creep that smacked my ass on the way into work. I groaned as I rested my head back allowing my head to drop. "Since you've had a terrible day you know what would make it better?" She asked so I looked at her bored. She probably wants me to cover for her while she cheats on her boyfriend again. "You need to go out there, accept as many free drinks as you're given and give out your number," she explained excitedly and it wasn't the worst idea. I'm not normally the type, I hate that female bartender are automatically labelled as sluts but I might as well to blow off some steam. We do get a handle full of attractive people in so what doesn't hurt me, right? I smiled at the idea. I had 20 minutes before my shift started but that's all the time my coworker needed. In all honesty, I don't know her name. She told me last month when I first started working here but everyone just calls her by her nickname that I forgot. I think she'd hate me if I called her it to her face.

She did some magic, pulled a makeup bag from thin air and got to work. She was a little heavy on the makeup but it was horrible. She did however bully me for wearing a jumper to work. "It's the least sexy clothing you could wear," she groaned as she looked at me, I chuckled slightly offended but laughed anyway.

"I have a crop top under it but I don't want to walk around half-naked," I joked but that just gave her the idea. We were soon wrestling over my jumper. She's a lot stronger than she looks.

"Your heels make your ass look amazing," she commented as I put my jumper with my bag, I scoffed at her I didn't know if I should feel objectified or flattered.

"I have to wear them otherwise I can't reach the drinks at the back of the shelf," I shrugged with a slight smile. She just shrugged with a giggle. I'm not that short but everyone else behind the bar is tall. Her phone beeped before she turned to me.

"Ready?" She asked making he sigh as I nodded, as ready as I'll ever be. She led the way out of the staff room and to the bar. The door is squeaky so a few people usually look over when it opens and closes but today it felt like everyone's eyes were on us. I looked around nervously but my coworker seemed to turn to me. "You have something on your shoe." She commented so as a reflex I looked down at my shoes but as I did she grabbed the bobble that was in my hair and easily pulled it out. I flipped my head up so my hair wouldn't be in my face and looked at her confused. But I understood as soon as there was a chorus of wolf whistles from the men in the bar. I giggled slightly.

"All right, shows over," I announced as I began walking behind the bar to start working. I greeted the other bartender as he finished his shift. He smiled before leaving. I thought he hated me? He's usually sexist. I shrugged it off and turned to face the seating areas and soon saw plenty of men approaching the bar.

business seemed busy today as people were drinking faster than usual. Those who didn't come to the bar had their orders taken by waitresses but many were happy to come to the bar. There's was barely a minute that I wasn't making a drink.

"The first number of the day," my coworker smirked as she handed me a slip of paper with a phone number and name as well as another piece of paper with their drink order. Well, that was less than ten minutes into my shift and now, 3 hours later and 2 full pockets of just people's numbers it was getting excessive. It was fun in theory but I felt naked. I had never had this much attention in my life, well except that one time at the pool but I don't want to talk about that.

She chuckled as she approached the bar. "You know the creepy old guy that always sits on table 12?" She asked making me nod. "This is the third time he's given you his number, at this point I don't know if he keeps forgetting or if he's hoping the more entries he puts in the more likely you are to call him," she laughed but I felt disgusted. I can't believe I let her have myself sexualised like this, I feel sick. Once no one was at the bar a groaned as I started throwing out all the numbers I had accumulated. It was a stupid idea. I feel like a stripper with this much paper falling from my pockets. It didn't feel like I had many but I must have thrown away about 30.
"Looking like that I should have known you were a heart breaker," a deep voice commented behind me. I turned around ready to protest but when my eyes landed on him I lost my tongue. My eyes rested on an extremely handsome man. He had a sharp jaw, a sexy smirk and incredible green eyes. "I'm Dean," he explained so I finally smiled as I pulled myself out of it.

"Y/N," I explained with a smile. He just smiled at me as he nodded. I stood a little awkwardly feeling his eyes seeing more than just my eyes. Either he has good profiler vision and is looking at my boobs or he is looking into my soul. "Can I get you a drink?" I asked trying to seem as confident as I could. He told me his drink order and seemed to watch as I made the two drinks. I stuck my ass out a little more than I would normally but trying to keep it natural. When I placed his drinks in front of him he smirked and went to turn away. I sighed thinking I should have done something but I smiled when he turned back around to face me.

"Do you maybe want to get a drink?" He asked politely making me smile from ear to ear.

"I would love that," I explained as he chuckled as he rested against the bar. He wrote his phone number on a napkin and smiled as he handed it to me.

"Don't throw this one away," he joked making me chuckle before he winked at me and walked away. I couldn't stop smiling. I checked that the napkin was still in my pocket after every drink I served just to be sure it didn't go missing.

SAM'S POV:
"I thought it was my round," I questioned as I noticed him returning to the table with drinks. He simply shrugged but I wasn't convinced. My mouth opened in shock as I realised. what a dick! "You asked her out didn't you? Even after I said I was about to," I gasped but Dean chuckled. Is he serious!

"You were being a pussy about it," he shrugged but I looked at him shocked. He didn't think it was a big deal but I did. All he was going to do was have sex with her and then leave her but I could see myself with her. I mean I don't know her but I could always try. "Dude, I did you a favour, you were too scared to go up there anyway so I took away your option otherwise you would have regretted it," he explained but I was stunned silent. He seriously does realise how much of a dick he's being? "You're welcome," he added but I just chuckled to hide my annoyance.

"I literally said I was going over there and you insisted I had to wait at the table while you went to the bathroom. Did you even go to the bathroom?" I asked not very well at hiding my annoyance. He just shrugged and took a sip of his drink.

Sometimes I just want to punch him in the face.